City Against Heaven Doctor

Chapter 70 The Evil Monk's Suffering (Please recommend a ticket!)

"Could it be..."

Jiang Feiyun immediately suspected something, and with the wind under his feet, he leaped forward.

After seven turns and eight turns, Jiang Feiyun came to a remote corner.

Once stepping here, the surrounding aura is more than ten times stronger than the outside world.

"It really is here!"

Jiang Feiyun stomped his feet violently, and the dead leaves on the ground floated away one after another.

A wooden comb was also blown away by this kick.

Jiang Feiyun stretched out his hand to grab it, and sucked the wooden comb into his hand.

"Sure enough, it's you again."

Seeing this wooden comb, Jiang Feiyun frowned.

This wooden comb was the chief culprit who disturbed the aura in this area. No wonder Jiang Feiyun heard that Master Kong wanted to cut off the river and scolded him for talking nonsense.

Moreover, this wooden comb is exactly the same as the wooden comb found in Zhao's pharmaceuticals, obviously it was made by the same person.

Jiang Feiyun squeezed the wooden comb tightly, and suddenly thought of something in his mind.

One night a month ago, a figure flashed past this area.

At that time, Jiang Feiyun thought that someone was just passing by, but thinking about it now, it should be that person who put this wooden comb here.

"a?"

After a while, Jiang Feiyun suddenly thought of someone.

"Mage Kumo!?"

It must be true, Kumo admitted that the wooden comb was made by him in the White Horse Temple back then, and the black shadow man's cultivation should be in the realm of dignity.

Who else could there be besides Kuma of the White Horse Temple?
Jiang Feiyun's eyes turned cold, he didn't expect him to ignore Kumo's warning at the beginning.

It seems that it is time to go to the White Horse Temple again, ask Kumo Xingshi about his crimes, and give him a long memory.

After finding the criminal evidence, Jiang Feiyun prepared his car and rushed to the White Horse Temple immediately.

……

At this time, the White Horse Temple:

In the Zen room with flickering lights, a rickety old man held a string of rosary beads in his left hand and struck a wooden fish with his right hand.

Kumo sat cross-legged in front of a Buddha statue, chanting scriptures in his mouth.

call!
Suddenly, a gust of wind resounded throughout the meditation room, and all the candles around were extinguished immediately.

"Um?!"

The movements in Kumo's hands froze, he opened his eyes suddenly, and glanced around the empty room.

In the whole room, except for Kuma, there are some veils fluttering in the air, it seems very silent.

After a long while, Kumo suddenly sighed, it seems that what should come is still here.

"Since you're here, why do you need to hide?"

Kumo put down the rosary in his hand and shouted into the empty room.

At this time, a cloud of black air suddenly appeared in the air, and then condensed into a middle-aged man from head to toe.

A bald man with six scars printed on his head, wearing a suit, appeared in this meditation room.

This person is the younger brother of Master Kumo——Kuti.

Kumo said indifferently: "Junior Brother, how are you doing recently?"

Kuti made a detour in front of Kumo, then looked at the somewhat familiar meditation room, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are still the same, sitting here eating fast and chanting scriptures, what's the point?"

Kuti suddenly flashed in front of Kumo, faced Kumo's face, and said with a smile: "Why don't you go down the mountain with me, and I'll take you to enjoy the glory and wealth?"

Kumo's old face remained calm, unmoved by the temptation of Kuti's words.

"Amitabha!" Kumo clasped his hands together and said, "There are thousands of worlds in the world, but it's just a dream."

Kuti sneered, stood up, and said with a sneer:

"Unbelievably stupid. Brother, you haven't seen the prosperity of the world of mortals, with wine, meat and women, which one is not better than this cold meditation room?"

"As long as you and I join forces, who else in the entire Jiangnan region will be our opponent? At that time, won't all the glory and wealth be in our pockets?"

Kumo sighed slightly, looked at Kuti, and said, "Junior brother, you have broken the precepts. Bewitched by the secular world, you will not be able to become a Buddha after all."

Kuti sneered again, this old bald donkey is really pedantic, dreaming of becoming a Buddha all day long.

Kumo thought of another thing, took out a wooden comb from his sleeve, and said, "Junior brother, you made this spirit weapon, right?"

When Kuti saw this wooden comb, his eyes were shocked, and he asked, "Why is it here with you?"

Kumo said: "You really... have converted to the Jin family?"

Ku Ti flicked his sleeves and shouted: "Don't mention the Jin family in front of me, this is just a deal. I give them what they want, and they give me what they want, that's all."

Ku Ti immediately curbed his anger, knelt down, faced Ku Mo, and said with a smile: "Brother, I came back this time to ask for something from you."

Kumo frowned, looked straight at Kuti, and couldn't help shouting: "How dare you put your mind on 'Fudo Mingbo'."

"Shh!"

Ku Ti stretched out his hand to press his lips, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are an old bone, and you may step into the coffin at any time. Isn't it a waste to keep the dark bowl in your hands? Why don't you hand it over to me?" I, I will definitely carry forward this sect.”

Kumo opened his eyes wide and angry, and shouted: "Don't even think about—"

Ku Ti's expression turned cold, he stood up slowly, and said, "So, there is no need to discuss it?"

call out--

Ku Ti flicked his arm, and a cold light shone from his sleeve.

Immediately, a Jie knife cut through the air, making a desolate sound.

The cold fluorescent light flowed across the blade, as if it could split the air.

Jie Dao circled in the air several times, and finally returned to Ku Ti's hand.

While admiring the Jie Dao in his hand, Ku Ti said: "If you don't give it, then I will have to snatch it by force. Don't blame me for disregarding the feelings of my fellows!"

After the words fell, Kuti slashed at Kumo with a knife.

I saw a cold light explode in the air, three feet long, piercing the air, and slashing towards Kumo.

Kumo was startled and drank suddenly, the vitality in his body burst out and covered his body surface, forming a body-protecting Buddha statue.

clang--

The light of the knife hit the Buddha statue, making a clanging sound, which was deafening.

Kuti looked at the golden Buddha statue in front of him, and said with a sneer, "The Twelve Golden Cicadas Are Indestructible? Break—"

Kuti withdraws the Jiedao and infuses vitality.

The Jie Dao vibrated in the air, and then turned into dozens of hundreds of Jie Dao, and then all shot towards Kumo.

clang clang...

Every time the knife hit the Buddha statue, there was a clear sound, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

Although Kumo was protected by a Buddha statue, he still couldn't hold back the attacks one after another. He stepped on the ground with both feet and kept sliding backwards.

call out--

All of a sudden, the cold light of the knife grew to ten feet long, and it cut towards Kumo from the air.

boom--

When the knife was cut down, the entire Buddhist monastery was split in half, the ground was cracked, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Ku Ti waved his hand, and Jie Dao fell into his hand.

Kuti stared at the ground where the dust was flying, wondering if this Kumo was dead.

Holding the Jiedao in his hand, Kuti walked forward step by step.

All of a sudden, Ku Ti paused, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.

thump—

A golden bowl fell from the sky, covering Kuti in it.

The bowl continued to release Sanskrit words, filling the air, and a tearing force enveloped Kuti's whole body.

Kuti was locked by this oppressive force, his headache was splitting, and his face became ferocious.

"Bastard, how dare you plot against me!"

Kumo looked at Kuti who was trapped in the immovable bowl, and said, "Junior brother, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

The corner of Ku Ti's mouth gave a sinister smile, and said, "Becoming a demon first, you can become a Buddha. Senior brother, you have cultivated for a lifetime, but you can't understand this level. It's a pity that you don't need a dark bowl, and it was used in your hands." Come do this!"

Kuti's body suddenly turned into a black mist and disappeared into the bowl.

When Kumo saw this scene, he was startled. He didn't expect that his junior brother had not seen him for a long time, and his cultivation base had already advanced to such a level.

He was actually able to escape from the Immovable Underworld Bowl!

"Host..."

At this time, a group of monks rushed over after hearing the commotion here.

Seeing the collapsed courtyard, more than a dozen monks were dumbfounded.

When Kumo saw these people coming at this time, his heart skipped a beat, and he shouted, "Don't come, go quickly—"

"Go? Where can I go?"

In the sky, an evil sound was flying everywhere, and the lingering sound curled up, lingering in everyone's ears.

These monks' cultivation level is average, and they can't resist the phantom sound from the respected masters at all, which makes the seven orifices bleed.

A black mist fell from the sky and dissipated after hitting the ground, revealing Kuti.

Kuti looked at Kumo with a smile, and said, "Brother, do you want the lives of your disciples and grandchildren? Or do you want to keep the bowl?"

"How dare you..." Kumo roared, out of demeanor.

"Why don't you dare?"

Ku Ti swung the Jie Dao, and a ray of light flashed in the air, followed by streaks of blood splashing in the air.

Headless corpses fell to the ground.

Standing among the pile of dead people, Ku Ti looked like a Shura bathed in blood, with an evil smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"you you you……"

Kumo's face was pale, he didn't expect that Kuti could start killing, and his attack was so cruel, the methods were outrageous.

Kuti stretched out his hand to grab it, and a sudden suction appeared, grabbing the only surviving monk in his hand.

Kuti picked up the saber in his hand, placed it around the monk's neck, and asked:

"Brother, this is the last disciple of our White Horse Temple. Are you so cruel? In your heart, not moving the dark bowl is more important than human life?"

"Tsk tsk! You keep talking about saving all sentient beings, but what's the result? You're not hypocritical. Sigh..."

Kuti raised the Jiedao in his hand, and slashed at the monk in his hand.

The monk looked at the Jie Dao that was about to fall, his face turned pale with fright, and he even forgot to scream.

"stop--"

When his life was hanging by a thread, Kumo suddenly stopped Kuti's movements.

Kumo grabbed it behind him, and the bowl that was covering the ground immediately shrank, its brilliance faded, and it flew into Kumo's hands.

"Let him go, I'll give you the bowl without moving!"

With a sneer at the corner of Ku Ti's mouth, he pushed the monk in his hand forward and freed his hand to grab it.

The immovable meditation bowl in Kumo's hand was immediately sucked into his hand by Kuti.

Ku Ti looked at what he got, his eyes were filled with unconcealable ecstasy.

"Hahahaha... finally got it!"

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