This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 94: It's not easy to escape after offending the abbot
Between the big locust tree and the two-person-high mountain of gold and silver, a beautiful woman in palace dress was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a treasure box in her arms, as if she was practicing.

Mrs. Huai Ze.

As Xiang Yuan expected, the relic was indeed in her hands. Not only that, the relic also opened up Madam Huaize's intelligence, allowing her to successfully transform.

Madam Huai Ze has always regarded this relic as a treasure as valuable as her life, and firmly believed that this thing must be extraordinary. Since it can help her transform, it can definitely allow her to take her practice a step further and become a powerful demon king.

As long as people have dreams, there will be setbacks and disappointments.

Madam Huai Ze has had the relic for many years, but has never been able to comprehend the mystery behind it. She only knows that it is extraordinary, but has never been able to find a way to refine it. She has tried and failed many times, as if the relic was just an ordinary stone.

Madam Huai Ze once doubted that the relic was not the key to her awakening of spiritual intelligence and successful transformation. She ignored the real opportunity.

But the arrival of Xiang Yuan and Bai Long dispelled this doubt. Both of them were very powerful. One could control monster-like zombies, and the other was a monster himself. The treasure of the mountain gate that they had gone through so much trouble to retrieve could not be an ordinary stone.

Study it further and try different ways of opening it, and you will surely understand the mystery.

Just as she was thinking about how to wake up the baby, she suddenly heard footsteps coming. She hurriedly stood up and stuffed the palm-sized treasure box into the storage space on her chest. Two tree branches turned into sharp swords and she looked over with a frown.

"Jiejiejiejie————"

Xiang Yuan strode out, casually scooped up a string of gems from the gold mountain, and stuffed them into his arms: "You monster, you can escape the monk but not the temple, hand over the treasure obediently, otherwise I can forgive you, but my sister can't forgive you."

Next to Xiang Yuan stood the silent Senior Zhuang. Bai Long was originally traveling with him, but upon hearing this, he silently distanced himself from him.

The serious senior sister and the frivolous and funny girl cannot be in the same frame.

Why did these two murderers chase us?
Madam Huai Ze's face changed drastically, with her face turning pale and blue. She thought about the possibility of escaping safely, and said in a perfunctory manner: "Two elders, I am not killing innocent people indiscriminately. I was forced to do so under the tyranny of the demon king. I hope that the two elders will have pity on my difficulty in cultivation and let me live."

"So much nonsense, hand over the treasure you have hidden in your heart."

Xiang Yuan took a step back and let Senior Jiang step forward: "You hid it very well, but you can hide it from others, but not from me... Senior Sister's eyes."

Madam Huai Ze had a bitter face. After thinking it over again and again, she realized that she was no match for Xiang Yuan and Bai Long. She gritted her teeth and said, "I can give this item to the two seniors, but you must promise to spare my life. Otherwise, we will be in trouble. I will disperse the formation at the bottom of the lake, and the water in the lake will flood back. The two seniors will inevitably suffer from typhoid fever."

Xiang Yuan looked up. Even if so much icy water fell down, he would be killed at least if it didn't drown him.

He turned his head to look at Bai Long, and seeing him nod in acquiescence, he agreed and said, "The two of us will go down the mountain to look for the treasures lost outside the mountain gate. As long as we can find the relic, nothing else matters. What's the harm in sparing your life?"

As he said this, he imagined the deeper meaning of Bai Long's nod. To eradicate all evil, there is no reason to cut the grass without removing the roots. He pretended to agree first, and then get rid of the demon after getting the relic.

As expected of a senior sister, she is decisive and ruthless and cannot tolerate any sand in her eyes.

"Senior, do you really mean what you said?"

"Of course. I, Li Xianyuan, can swear with my soul that as long as you cooperate, my sister and I will let you go. Otherwise, heaven and earth will punish you, and this world will no longer have room for me, Li Xianyuan." Xiang Yuan spoke loudly and swore a solemn oath.

After hearing him make such a cruel oath without any room for negotiation, Madam Huai Ze said no more. She raised her hand and took out the treasure box from the storage space. She stroked it twice with reluctance before handing it out reluctantly.

In order to prevent the witch from attacking, and because Xiang Yuan was naive and unaware of the wickedness of human nature, Senior Zhuang took the initiative to step forward and strode in front of Madam Huai Ze.

When the two were handing over the treasure box, Mrs. Huai Ze's hands were empty, and the treasure box disappeared into thin air for no reason, as if it had teleported away.

"my darling?!"

Mrs. Huai Ze was shocked, and thought of something, and hurriedly explained: "It wasn't me who did it. I was planning to use it to buy a way out."

The tree demon's expression did not seem fake, and Xiang Yuan did not even look at him. He flashed to Bai Long's side and protected his senior sister firmly by his side.

Bai Long frowned, holding the long sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword. The surging heat waves of the rising sun vented in all directions, illuminating the entire underground space, and forcing out a hazy and seemingly transparent figure in a corner.

"Amitabha, the donor's body is like the sun. I don't know which family's inheritance he inherited. He is truly extraordinary."

A blurry figure chanted Buddhist mantras, and as his red cassock appeared, an old monk with a kind face appeared in the underground palace.

The old monk is already in his twilight years, his complexion is dull and yellow, his face is full of traces of time, his eyelids are drooping, leaving only tiny slits between his eyes, his eyeballs are dim, and he looks as if he will not live long.

"Master Fakong... why are you here?"

Madam Huaize cried out in surprise. She had no idea when the dean had arrived or how long he had been hiding. She hadn't even noticed it.

"My senior brother Fajing had great merits in subduing demons and monsters, but he died at the hands of an evil demon. He had merits as a monk during his lifetime, but he could not rest in peace after his death. I had to come here." Fakong looked at the treasure box in his hand. All causes and effects originated from this. What a great fortune.

As a Buddhist, he should accept the relics and the like with a smile, or no, he should be responsible for keeping them.

On the day Fajing died, Fakong had no feeling in his heart until the next day, when the news of Fenghoumo and Madam Hanying's death in Jingnan Village came out. He realized that something was wrong and went to the crime scene in person. On the way, he saw Fajing's corpse. Wushengjie has its own "Thousand Miles Chasing Souls" method. Fakong has entered the innate realm and started to calculate immediately.

Nothing was calculated!

He didn't take it seriously and arrived at the Monster King's Villa in Jingnan Village. He found the poisonous blood that Bailong had spat out, thinking that he could finally figure it out this time.

The result is still not calculated!

It’s not that Fakong is incapable, but Bailong has other means. She has a secret method that can avoid the lock of Qianli Zhuihun. As long as her realm is not too far beyond that, he will not be able to figure out where she is.

Fenghoumo and Madam Hanying are the money bags of Lotus Zen Temple, and Fajing is the number one double-flowered red stick. Fakong suffered such a big loss, how could he easily swallow this breath. According to the traces at the scene, it is inferred that the murderer and Madam Huai Ze are in the same group. He used the secret method of chasing souls thousands of miles to find Madam Huai Ze's location and waited here specially.

Although the reasoning process is wrong, the result is correct.

Not to mention, wherever Madam Huai Ze went, Bai Long would follow her. Two demon kings died because of this, so it was not unfair for Fakong to say that she was a traitor.

The cassock on Fakong's body is a magic weapon. It can be used for defense when retreating and for concealing the body when advancing. He can ambush on the side, and Bailong didn't notice anything.

Upon hearing about the relics and the return of the treasures to the mountain gate, Fakong could not sit still. He immediately retrieved the relics left behind by the Buddhist sect and put them in his pocket. Only then did he present himself to the public as a great monk.

"I knew it wouldn't be easy to escape after offending the abbot." Xiang Yuan muttered to himself, and with a thought, Senior Zhuang rushed out like a cannonball.

Bai Long gave Xiang Yuan a reproachful look. What the crow's mouth said was true. He didn't care about being upset. He dragged his body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, forward, slashed with a red light, accumulated sword energy, and waited for the Nine Five Flying Dragon to be in the sky before delivering a fatal blow.

The rising sun can be considered as White Dragon's minor killer move. In the ordinary innate period, if there is no first-class inheritance, the first sight will surely lead to death. If encountering a strong opponent, the first nine will evolve into the ninth five, and the flying dragon in the sky will be the ultimate move.

Senior Zhuang's punches and kicks were incredibly powerful. Fakong only heard the sound of breaking through the air and gave up the idea of ​​taking it head-on. He drew a circle with one hand, and the red cassock turned into a soft wall with a red background and gold patterns. With the alternative cassock demon-subduing skill, he used softness to overcome hardness and pushed away the aggressive zombie fists.

With just one move, he explained why he was the abbot and Fajing could only be a thug.

The scorching sword light came like the flames of the blazing sun. Fakong silently chanted "Amitabha". He was unwilling to use his physical body to fight against the magical weapon in Bailong's hand. He drew the sword he wore at his waist and performed a set of orthodox Buddhist sword techniques.

The sword was unsheathed, the blade was plain and unadorned, revealing a tranquil power, like a pool of stagnant water, calm and without ripples, restrained and without a sharp edge, forming a sharp contrast with the white dragon's scorching sword light.

The old abbot's swordsmanship was neither hasty nor impatient, and each blow was just right. He focused on using softness to overcome hardness, and whenever the scorching sun seemed unstoppable, he would draw the sword light aside and smash it hard on Senior Zhuang.

His heart was as calm as still water, and he was not shaken by the sun. He kept his inner peace and clarity at all times. Every counterattack was precise and powerful, just like a master instructing his apprentice. He fought one against two and gradually gained the upper hand in a steady manner.

In terms of strength, Fakong is far from being a match for Senior Zhuang. In terms of weapon sharpness, his sword only has a layer of Buddha's light, which is not as good as the magic weapon in Bailong's hand. However, he used stillness to overcome movement, softness to overcome hardness, and the unchanging to respond to ever-changing situations, and he forcibly suppressed the offensive of Bailong and Senior Zhuang.

Another master with a knife!
Xiang Yuanwang's headache was solved by absorbing Fakong's master's sword skills, imitating his enemy's strategy of dealing with the enemy slowly and calmly, and incorporating his own sword skills.

This type of swordsmanship is not suitable for funny people, nor is it suitable for cold-blooded people. It requires a calm and steady approach. Unfortunately, the calmness is still sealed, otherwise if he could observe it personally, the effect of copying homework would be better.

Clang! !

Bailong pointed out his sword, condensing the power of heaven and earth into the three-foot sword tip.

As the sword force unfolds, cloud dragons surround his body, with flames in its mouth and a huge sun on its back. A thunder armor condenses, soaring into the sky, and overwhelming the whole area.

The sword reaches the ninth level and the dragon flies in the sky.

This sword was majestic and domineering, with the infinite brilliance of the sun across the sky and the shocking feeling of a real dragon riding on the clouds. The combination of the two made Fakong feel the palpitations from the depths of his soul, as if he saw himself being torn apart by a real dragon and crushed to ashes by the sun.

With the momentum of heaven and earth, and the advantage of time and place, you can kill the soul of the physical body!

Fakong pushed with one arm, and the red cassock flew out, wrapping around Senior Zhuang's entire body.

The cassock is like beef tendon, extremely tough, and protected by the Buddha's light, it is the best at restraining evil spirits. Senior Zhuang's body was entangled, and he had infinite strength but it was useless. Every time he struggled, not only could he not tear the cassock apart, but the Buddha's light also dispelled the evil spirit in his body, and his power was consumed faster.

Fakong subdued Senior Zhuang with one move and faced Bailong's powerful killing move. He clasped his hands together, entered a state of meditation, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The power of heaven and earth gathered together, golden lotus emerged from the ground, climbed higher and higher, and lifted his body up.

The Buddha's light first appeared, with the appearance of a Bodhisattva, and layers of golden lotus petals overlapped, seemingly slow but actually fast, lifting Fakong into the air and at the same time raising his momentum to its peak.

Fakong was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by Buddha's light and golden lotus. He was like an enlightened being, gaining extraordinary wisdom and power. His aura was ethereal and no longer confined to his decaying body. He seemed to be with the heaven and earth, resonating with nature.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a peaceful and calm smile, and he picked up a flower and gently pointed his finger at the Big Sun Dragon.

"ban!"

(End of this chapter)