Fox Song

Chapter 81 The Pearl Secretly Casts
Chapter 79: The Pearl is Hidden

When the old monk seemed to be casually grasping, Gu Li keenly felt the deep and sea-like aura on his body. This aura was far beyond what a Yuanying stage could possess.

The peak of the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation! This was Gu Li's judgment, which was slightly higher than his cultivation level.

Gu Li's face was uncertain. The old monk suddenly came to his rescue, and his intention was obvious. If he deliberately blocked them, it would be very difficult for them to kill Xuan Ji and seize the Vajra Pestle and the Immortal Seed.

But I wonder if this old monk is also an old friend of Master, just like Xuan Ji!

Liu Ming was shocked to see that he had broken his full-strength attack with just a move of his hand. But he refused to admit defeat, raised his finger and pointed at the old monk, wanting to say something.

"Liu Ming!" Gu Li suddenly stopped his hand, then stepped forward with a hint of respect and asked:
"Master, your skills are amazing. I wonder what you should call me!"

"Amitabha!" The old monk put his hands together and said, "My Buddhist name is Xuan Jing!"

Xuan Jing? Gu Li was startled when he heard this. How could this name be so similar to Xuan Ji? Although Elder Xuan Ji's current Buddhist name is Zhi Yuan, it still makes people wonder if the two are closely related?
"Hey, can you please send them away quickly?"

Xuan Ji, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly spoke and said to Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing was stunned when he heard this, and smiled bitterly at him: "Do you have to play so big every time?"

“Life would be so boring if you don’t play big.”

"Then there's no need for you to drag me into this!"

"Did I pull you here? Did I invite you?" Xuan Ji rolled his eyes and said, "You wanted to come here on your own, didn't you?"

"Yes, I came here because I heard the noise." Xuan Jing frowned, then said with a smile, "If I hadn't come, you would have died! You should thank me!"

"Thanks for nothing!" Xuan Ji spat on the ground and sneered, "I would have died if you hadn't come! I would still have died if you had come! What's the difference!"

"Of course there is a difference. If I hadn't come..."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your nagging!"

"Uh..." Xuan Jing touched his bald head and sighed, "I surrender to you, you are so cruel!"

The two of them were talking among themselves, seemingly oblivious to the people around them.

When Gu Li and the other four heard their conversation, they looked at each other in silence.

What's happening here!
Is this what the Buddhist monks said?
At this moment, Xuan Jing turned sideways, looked at Gu Li and his group with a kind face, and said gently:
"Dear donors, please go back!"

The skin on Guli's face twitched involuntarily. What was this old monk doing? His expression changed so quickly!
"Boss Guli..."

Ye Ling said softly beside him. The other three were hesitant to speak.

Gu Li raised his hand to stop Ye Ling from saying anything. In fact, he knew even if they didn't say it, and they were unwilling to leave like this.

The five of them faced Xuan Ji and Gui Guzi. Xuan Ji was seriously injured and dying, while Wang Xu's body exploded and his soul and fetal breath turned back into his original body.

On the surface, they seemed to have won a great victory. But in fact, Gu Li felt that the overall situation seemed to have been under the control of Elder Xuanji, not to mention that the Soul Capture Bottle was severely damaged.

"We have to give the master face!" Gu Li took a step forward and said, "How about this, if the master is willing to let Xuan Ji hand over his Vajra Pestle, I, Gu Li, will take them away immediately!"

"Oh, this is a good suggestion, what do you think, Xuanji?"

Xuan Jing nodded and then looked at Xuan Ji.

Xuan Ji said nothing, but sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed and regulated his breathing.

Xuan Jing was stunned when he saw this, then he smiled bitterly, shook his head and said to Gu Li: "It seems that it is not possible!"

Gu Li was extremely angry at Xuan Ji's disregard again. If he hadn't been afraid of this sudden arrival of a powerful ally, he would have taken action long ago.

"It can be seen that the master must be protecting him!" Gu Li thought to himself and sneered: "In this case, there is nothing to say..."

"Donor, you just said it's called Gu Li, right? Why are you in such a hurry?" Xuan Jing shook his head, a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled and said, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, it will be yours in ten years!"

Gu Li and the others looked surprised when they heard him say this. "Ten years later? Why?" Ye Ling asked casually out of curiosity.

"Because he has a connection with Buddha!" ​​Xuan Jing said.

"Uh... I have a connection with Buddha?" Gu Li laughed, "Hahaha!"

Influenced by their master, they have never liked Buddhism and have no interest in it. Moreover, since he started practicing Buddhism, at least a dozen Buddhist disciples have lost their lives in Gu Li's hands over the past few hundred years. Ye Ling and others also knew about these things.

Can such a person still have affinity with Buddhism?
Therefore, after hearing Xuan Jing say this, Gu Li felt as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Monks do not tell lies! Amitabha! Well done! Well done!" Xuan Jing did not find it strange to see this. He clasped his hands together and said.

Gu Li ignored him and sneered, "I have a connection with Buddha! What the hell is Buddha?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Jing said in a peaceful and deep voice:
"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful! ... What is my Buddha? ... The mind is the Buddha, the Buddha is the mind. The mind knows the Buddha, knowing the Buddha knows the mind. Without the mind, there is no Buddha, and without the Buddha, there is no mind..."

“Stop, stop, stop!… Stop!”

Gu Li was overwhelmed by his chanting, he had never felt this way in previous duels. He wondered if the old monk had a mental problem, he couldn't even understand what he meant, yet he was still chanting and explaining the Buddha's teachings in a serious manner.

Xuan Jing finally stopped chanting, still with a peaceful look on his face: "Donor, is what I said wrong?"

Guli cursed in his heart, "You old fool!"
He sneered and said, "I told you, I only want the Vajra Pestle!"

Xuan Jing was stunned, shook his head and said, "That won't do. The Vajra Pestle belongs to Master Zhiyuan. How can you take it without his permission? Didn't your mother or your master teach you before that it is wrong to take other people's things without their permission? If you want, you can go and convince him, and then you can take it. If you can't convince him, then you can't take it. Of course, if you can't convince him, you can ask other people..."

"Chirp, chirp, that's enough!" Guli suddenly shouted.

After being yelled at by Gu Li, the old monk Xuan Jing's face changed slightly and he shut his mouth. But he was very advanced in cultivation, so he forced a smile.

Guli sneered in his heart. The more Xuan Jing was talkative, the more he suspected that he was deliberately playing tricks or had some other ideas.

As soon as he thought of this, he raised his right hand, and a golden spear appeared in his hand.

Since we can’t get the treasure from the old monk, it seems we have no choice but to rob him!
Guli held a spear in his hand, and an astonishing aura suddenly emanated from his body.

"I will hold this monk back later, and you go kill Xuan Ji and take his storage ring." Gu Li secretly sent a message to Ye Ling and the others, "Remember, you must act quickly!"

Gu Li was extremely cautious towards this old monk who he initially judged to be more powerful than him. If he wanted to fight him, he had to be extremely alert. After all, who knew what kind of trump card he had!

After transmitting the message, Gu Li faced Xuan Jing and said:
"Master, you have great magical powers. I wonder if you could give me some advice..."

"Okay, okay!" Xuan Jing didn't care and said with a smile, "We can practice martial arts in a normal way. Our martial arts have been around for thousands of years and are said to have been passed down from the founder Bodhidharma. Buddhist disciples learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies, protect the law and subdue demons..."

Xuan Jing spoke eloquently, and Guli frowned, feeling impatient.

He was about to take action when he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked down the mountain.

call out!call out!call out!call out!
In the darkness of night, four figures rushed towards the top of the mountain one after another.

Guli's pupils shrank and he was shocked: Why are there four more monks?
The leader was a skinny old monk in a green robe, with a few sparse long beards that were already completely white.

Following behind were three middle-aged monks - one was tall with dark skin, one was fat with a big belly, and the last one was short with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his earlobes were abnormally large.

If Zixuan and others were here, they would recognize at a glance that among the three people coming later, the two people walking in front were Huijue, the abbot, and Huiming, the deacon of Xiangguo Temple, the first temple in southern China.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do, so I won't nag any more. I will ask the master for advice another day!"

Gu Li suddenly bowed to Xuan Jing to apologize, and then shouted to Ye Ling and others: "Go!"

A talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, and he flicked his right sleeve. A strange spatial fluctuation instantly spread out like a ripple, covering the four people around him, and then disappeared.

"Hey, there's actually a large teleportation talisman!"

At this time, Xuan Ji, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and sighed, "This boy is extremely talented, as fierce as a tiger, as cunning as a fox, and decisive in his actions. It's a pity that the pearl was thrown away in the dark!"

Qinren invited Guiguzi Wang Xu to guest star in a few episodes. I wonder if the book friends are satisfied... I would like to express my gratitude with a poem: I left quietly, just as I came quietly. I waved my sleeves and did not take away a cloud! ^_^
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