Stunning beauty

"Amitabha."

The land of Buddha is shining brightly.

There are temples everywhere, and the sound of chanting is everywhere.

A country established by faith has no country name, but it has a country's reality.

For hundreds of years, countless monks have gathered here to spread their beliefs and occupy one side.

And Qingdeng Temple, as the first treasure temple in the Buddhist kingdom, is regarded as a holy place by all the monks and believers, and they worship it day and night with great piety.

Today, the monstrous monk Sanzang, in defiance of the world, held an iron rod and headed towards Qingdeng Temple to kill.

"People are there, hurry up!"

In the wilderness, an eminent monk and a master passed by, holding a compassionate iron rod and a knife that might not kill people, and went together to block the monster's footsteps.

Not long after, in front of Sanzang, dozens of experts from the Buddhist kingdom rushed to surround him.

"Hey, do you have knives?"

During the siege, Sanzang looked at the different swords in the hands of several eminent monks and asked in surprise, "Isn't the sword only used for shaving or cutting clothes? How can you use it to commit murder?"

"Amitabha, there is no way to subdue demons and demons."

In front of the crowd, a highly respected master responded, "My Buddha is merciful, if you put down the butcher knife, maybe you can save your life."

"This demon monk does not have a butcher knife in his hand, only an iron rod."

A smile appeared on Sanzang's immature face, and he said, "Besides, according to what the master said, even if I don't resist, it is only possible to save my life. Just grab it and bet on the possibility in your mouth, do you think this demon monk is stupid?"

"Excessive words, master, don't waste your time talking with this monster, kill it!"

Behind the master, an impatient monk said something, and was the first to rush forward.

"Amitabha, monks, how can you be full of words, this little master, your Dharma practice is not enough!"

Sanzang waved the Buddha beads, wrapped them around the stabbing saber, and said indifferently, "You should be like your master, first talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, if this demon monk refuses to cooperate, then you stand on the commanding heights of reason and morality, Forced to act helplessly, in this way, no matter you win or lose, you are all on the side of justice."

After finishing the words, Sanzang slapped the former heavily on the chest, sending him flying.

When everyone around him saw this, their expressions darkened, and they looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

So strong!

"Let's go together, he is only one person, no matter how strong he is, how many can he fight!" Another monk among the monks said angrily.

Around, everyone echoed, and then, all the eminent monks and masters in the eyes of the world rushed forward.

"Amitabha."

In the middle of the battle, Sanzang recited the Buddha's name softly, his eyes became cold, and he went up to meet him with an iron rod in his hand.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, but with a stick, it's different.

Under the scorching sun, the sounds of weapons being exchanged were heard one after another. Sanzang held a stick in his hand, which was powerful enough to shake the sword. When the iron rod hit, all the weapons were broken.

"what!"

A scream followed.

Masters and eminent monks are not true Buddhas after all, and they will still hurt.

Sanzang, who no longer held back, showed great fighting power. As one of the few survivors among the four geniuses of the younger generation who is still active in the eyes of the world, today, he is bound to vindicate the strength of the four geniuses.

They are not parallel imports!

"Amitabha, look at the Da Luo Dharma mantra of the little monk!"

Fighting to the point of madness, Sanzang yelled loudly, his whole body was full of evil spirits, and he performed the Buddha's tricks, thundering like a thunderbolt.

A black demon thunder fell from the sky, and many eminent monks blocking the way were struck by the demon thunder, and all of them flew out spitting blood.

"Amitabha, it seems that your justice seems vulnerable. If you don't stop me, then the demon monk will take a step first."

After putting down all the eminent monks and masters who were blocking the way, Sanzang gathered his breath, glanced at everyone, put his hands together in a salute, and spat out some trash talk in a very competent manner.

What brother Li said is indeed true. Fighting and talking trash is not only enjoyable, but also boosts one's own combat power.

He was just so brave!

Just when Sanzang was fighting all the way to Qingdeng Temple.

In the distance, in Qingdeng Temple, Fa Hai walked quickly to the front of the Buddhist hall, looked anxiously at the master in the main hall, and said, "Master, Sanzang will be killed soon."

"No hurries."

In the main hall, the Green Lantern Buddha opened his eyes and said calmly, "How can you take on such a big responsibility if your mind is so unstable?"

Fa Hai suppressed the panic in his heart, and said, "Master, Sanzang has now entered the late stage of the Five Realms, his strength is not what it used to be, and he is protected by a demon bone, even if he is compared to a strong man at the peak of the Five Realms, I am afraid it is not much worse. "

"Not urgent."

Qingdeng Buddha said calmly, "As a teacher, I have sent someone to invite an old friend. I think he will be there soon."

"Master's old friend?"

Fa Hai asked in surprise, "Who is it?"

The master is already a hundred years old, and it is certainly not easy for someone to be called an old friend by the master.

"Fahai."

Green Lantern Buddha replied, "No. 30 Second Generation Fahai."

When Fahai heard this, he was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he came back to his senses with a look of shock on his face.

He is No. 30, the fourth generation of Fa Hai. Doesn't it mean that the person in Master's mouth is the successor of Fa Hai from the previous generation.

That one is still alive?

"Amitabha."

At this moment, under the Foshan Mountain, an old monk with white hair and beard stepped forward, holding a nine-ringed tin rod, taking one step at a time, and one step at a time.

A strong man in the same era as Qingdeng Buddha, the No.30 second-generation Fahai of the Buddha Kingdom, has been in seclusion all year round, not caring about worldly affairs. Now, at the invitation of Qingdeng Buddha, he finally reappeared in the world.

Fa Hai is passed down from generation to generation. Generally speaking, the previous generation of Fa Hai will pass on Fa Hai's responsibilities and Dharma name to his disciples before removing the name of Fa Hai.

However, the previous generation of Fahai, No. 30 Sanfahai, had some accidents.

The previous generation, Fa Hai, was seriously injured and died in the battle with the white lady Bai Yuzhen, and failed to leave any heirs, so he passed away.

It is precisely because of this accident that the Fahai of this generation was not passed down from master to disciple, but was taught by Green Lantern Buddha.

Perhaps this is also one of the important reasons why the contemporary Fahai has lost the majesty of its predecessors.

Soon, the old monk walked up to Foshan, and entered the Qingdeng Temple under the awe-inspiring eyes of many Buddhist disciples.

In Qingdeng Temple, Qingdeng Buddha noticed the arrival of his old friend and got up to greet him in person.

In front of the main hall, the two looked at each other and saluted each other.

"Master Fahai." Qingdeng Buddha called out politely.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has dropped the name of Fahai, and it is inappropriate to call him Fahai again."

The old monk said calmly, "The poor monk is now called Kongdu!"

After finishing speaking, the old monk Kongdu looked at Fahai behind the Qingdeng Buddha, frowned slightly, and asked, "Is this the contemporary Fahai? At such an age, he is only in the middle of the five realms, and the Buddha's power is also mediocre. It's really humiliating." Fahai's name."