From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 200: Night Dew
The rain falls like dew on autumn nights.

Monk Jueming's robes fluttered continuously, and then his figure slowly rose up, with his feet on the staff.

I saw golden light surging around Monk Jueming, and without any weapon power, his body seemed to be much taller.

For a moment, all the onlookers felt like worshipping the Buddha, and some even trembled in fear.

"You guys are really lucky to have made a fortune by going on this long journey!" Nie Yannian laughed, "Open your eyes wide and look at the Buddha Shaking Mountains and Rivers by the Bald Monk in Lanruo Temple!"

This Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers is also the secret skill of the monks of Lanruo Temple. It has always been known for its unparalleled power and is the killing skill of Buddhism!

Before Meng Yuan sought the Bodhi Way of Extinction, he had first asked for the Buddha Moving Mountains and Rivers. However, Xuan Bei and others rejected him without even a second thought, saying that the Buddha Moving Mountains and Rivers could only be taught by the people of Lanruo Temple, and that one had to open two Dantians and go through seven trials.

From this we can see that the Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers is truly a Dharma that is not easily passed on, and it is not something that ordinary monks can practice.

When Meng Yuan saw it at this moment, he was truly dazzled. He stared at it intently, vowing to see it clearly.

"Brother Jueming is indeed extraordinary." He stepped back a few steps after untying the screen, and shook his head slightly, "But the inner demon has already been born, and the bright mirror is covered with dust. How can one see the true Buddha? If one cannot see the true Buddha, how can one move mountains and rivers?"

"Shut up, baldy thief!" In the distance, a golden light was shining brightly, illuminating the streets like a setting sun. Xuan Bei's bald head reflected the light, but it did not stop him from breaking his rules and cursing.

Xuan Bei's eyes were red, and he was obviously anxious, but he didn't dare to step forward. He just bowed to Li Wujiu who was standing alone on the roof, "Master Li, Buddhism and Taoism are originally the same. Please give me a hand and save my uncle from danger!"

"There is no supreme one among the three religions, only my Taoist sect is supreme." Li Wujiu held a whisk in his arms, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind and rain, and his voice was ethereal, "How can Buddhism be the same as my Taoist sect? How can it compare to my Taoist sect?"

"No, no!" Xuan Bei was still confused, Jie Kaiping actually spoke for Xuan Bei, "Master Li's words are biased, Buddhism and Taoism are one family. Besides, only when the Buddhist school flourishes can we save the world and bring eternal peace and happiness to the world."

"Do you want to fight?" Li Wujiu frowned, waved his whisk lightly, and looked at Jie Kaiping.

Jie Kaiping immediately retreated behind He Jiulang, clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "I dare not stroke the Taoist's tiger whiskers."

Li Wujiu snorted coldly and said no more.

At this moment, Master Jueming stood on a staff, his cassock fluttering in the wind, the Buddha's light around him became brighter, and cracks appeared on the bluestone floor within a radius of three meters.

There was no more wind and rain raging on the streets, it seemed as if thousands of flowers were blooming and the sky was full of beautiful things, it was really like a real Buddha had descended to the world.

Xie Yisheng was very calm, but there was a gleam in his eyes, as if he was longing.

The figure of Monk Jueming became taller and taller, and then he soared into the sky, his robes fluttering continuously. Then he stretched out one hand and went straight towards Xie Yisheng.

All the onlookers were trembling with fear, as if they could not move their bodies or think, as if they were the ones to take on this Buddha's power to move mountains and rivers, they would have withered and turned to dust before their palms even reached them.

"Boy, have you broadened your horizons?" Nie Yannian laughed.

Meng Yuan nodded vigorously, because he felt that even if he were in charge, he would not be able to take on this Buddha-moving mountain and river task.

Even Mingyue, due to her infancy in the sixth rank, might not be able to catch it.

The magic of martial arts lies in people!
Just when Meng Yuan was still wondering how Xie Yisheng would block it, he heard Xie Yisheng sneer.

"How can a fake Buddha move mountains and rivers?" Xie Yisheng was very disdainful, with mist flashing around him. He glanced at Li Wujiu of Qingyang Palace, then turned his head to look at Meng Yuan and said, "Look at me, Feihong, standing above the mountains and rivers!"

As soon as the words fell, Feihong appeared in front of Xie Yisheng.

The flying rainbow seemed real and extremely gorgeous.

The streets and the sky were already ablaze with Buddha's light. At this moment, a rainbow suddenly appeared, with many kinds of dazzling light. The two echoed each other, as if the real Buddha had descended to the world and landed on the rainbow. But the rainbow only appeared for a moment, and Xie Yisheng turned into the rainbow. Suddenly, the rainbow of more than ten feet suddenly retracted, and Xie Yisheng had already arrived in front of Monk Jueming.

Monk Jueming's palm seemed to have borrowed the power of the Buddhist Vajra, and it seemed as if the real Buddha was watching him, with unparalleled might.

But as Xie Yisheng came closer, ripples suddenly appeared on the sword blade, like thousands of white dew drops falling, instantly extinguishing the light of the True Buddha.

The sword seemed to have borrowed thousands of autumn waters from the endless autumn night, and then the autumn waters were endless, and in an instant it pierced through the brilliant Buddha's light like a rotten wood, and then pierced through the palm of Monk Jueming.

With a loud bang, the two of them activated their magical powers and produced strange visions, with various lights appearing one after another.

But the contact lasted only for a moment, and then the sound fell and faded away with the rain in the endless autumn night.

The wide street was filled with dust and fog, and only two figures could be vaguely seen, one standing upright and the other kneeling on the ground.

Xuan Bei had long forgotten all the rules, his eyes became redder and redder. He first grabbed Meng Yuan's arm and shook him, "Save my uncle!"

Before Meng Yuan could reply, Xuan Bei seemed to realize that he had called the wrong person, and wanted to call Nie Yannian again, but suddenly remembered that this person was not very useful either.

Xuan Bei came back to his senses and immediately wanted to rush into the dust and fog.

Meng Yuan held Xuan Bei down and said, "You are too concerned and confused! Have you forgotten what happened to Master Jueyuan? Be careful when you open the screen!"

“……”Xuan Bei was awakened by these words and then sniffed.

Meng Yuan glanced at Xuan Bei and thought to himself, with such a character, why was he sent out to travel the world? Are you really not afraid of losing the people of Lanruo Temple?

"That's right." Xuan Bei woke up, his eyes returned to calm, "Life and death are uncertain. It was Daoist Fellow Kong Que that disturbed my mind and harmed the reputation of Lanruo Temple."

Xuan Bei was no longer concerned about Master Jueming's injury. He just glanced at Jie Kaiping and said, "Daoyou Kong Que, I will never forget your kindness today."

Jie Kaiping smiled slightly and said, "I have sown the seeds again?" He was mocking Master Jueming's theory of cause and effect.

Xuan Bei said no more, just looked at the dust rising from the street.

"A cool breeze blows into my arms." Li Wujiu was still standing on the roof. Although he had been paying attention to the battle situation, he never intervened. At this moment, he just waved his whisk lightly.

As the whisk passed by, it seemed to bring with it tiny dots of floating light, and then in the deep autumn night, a breeze arose, immediately blowing away the dust and fog on the street.

All the bluestone slabs on the street were shattered, and all the doors and windows on both sides of the street were gone.

The two people fighting each other finally showed up.

Xie Yishen stood with his sword in hand, his face calm and resolute, without any sign of excitement anymore. It was obvious that Jue Ming had not been able to keep him excited.

But looking at Xie Yishen's appearance, his clothes were disheveled, most of his hair was burnt, and there was a large bloodstain on his shoulder, which showed that he was also injured.

Master Jueming sat cross-legged on the ground. The violent look on his face was gone, and his compassionate look returned, as if a Buddhist who had gone astray was pulled back to the right path.

However, Master Jueming was holding the staff in his left hand, but his right hand was gone, and his robes were torn, revealing a black robe covered in blood.

The winner has been decided. Just as terrifying as the Buddha moving mountains and rivers just now was, it is just as ridiculous now.

Only at this moment did the people on the street finally realize how strong Xie Yishen was.

(End of this chapter)