The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Wuhua walked on the desolate land holding the roots of purple bamboo.

Yellow sand hit my face and the earth trembled. The mountains in the distance fell down one after another, and a new one rose up from time to time.

The dragon's roar seemed to be getting louder and louder, but its aura was far less powerful than before.

Powerful shock waves washed away the land again and again, turning everything into yellow sand and dust.

Every time the bamboo stick in Wuhua's hand touches the ground, a purple light will shine in front of him.

The purple light is peaceful and the dust has settled.

On the sand behind him, two and a half pairs of long footprints were left, as well as purple-colored sand grains, like a purple Milky Way, flowing westward from the Kali Gandaki Valley.

The wind and sand suddenly leveled off.

A huge figure of Lord Shiva appeared in the void, with three heads and three bodies on the lotus platform, one good, one evil, and one beautiful.

The white dragon was lying on the ground, its body was limp and scarred, its eyes were closed tightly, its whiskers fluttered a few times, then slowly and feebly hung down, resting on the ground.

Wuhua looked up at the towering Lord Shiva, with no fear in his eyes.

"Amitabha, you are a god who should protect the peace of this place. Why do you commit so many crimes?"

Lord Shiva looked at the mortal monk who was as small as a grain of sand, and his three heads and three bodies had different reactions.

A smile appeared on that compassionate face: "Haha, little monk, you haven't become a Buddha, how can you speak in a Buddha's tone?"

"So what if he becomes a Buddha? The Buddha was also enlightened by the revelations of me and Vishnu." The goddess Shiva's voice was seductive, "Little monk, why don't you stay and be my waiter, and enjoy the bliss of enlightenment?" Enlightenment!”

And the ugly side of Lord Shiva showed his majesty, glaring with anger, his face full of fierceness, and his voice like thunder: "Bold! Little ant, if you dare to despise the gods, I will give you death!"

After saying that, he raised the Vajra Thunder Pestle in his hand, there was a crack of thunder, and a bolt of lightning appeared in the void and struck Wuhua.

Wuhua raised his bamboo stick and faced the lightning.

Lightning fell on the bamboo stick, and the bamboo stick emitted purple light, which complemented the white light of the lightning.

The lightning died out, and Wuhua was still standing there, uninjured.

Lord Shiva was slightly surprised.

"Amitabha!" Wuhua sang the Buddha's name and slammed the purple bamboo stick he held high into the ground.

In an instant, the ground cracked, the purple bamboo took root, purple ripples spread out, and purple bamboo shoots sprouted out one after another on the originally desolate land.

The tips of the bamboo shoots broke through the ground, grew rapidly, climbed higher and higher, and soon turned into a purple bamboo forest.

The earth is full of vitality and spiritual energy.

Bailong slowly opened his eyes and saw Wuhua standing with a staff.

"Why...are you...back?" Bai Chen asked weakly.

"The relic has not been recovered and the cloves are gone. I can't go back," Wuhua said.

"Lilac...is gone?"

Although he had expected it, Bai Chen couldn't help but feel sad.

"It's me...it's not good...I should...send you back first...it's...it's my fault...I shouldn't underestimate the enemy..."

"No, it has nothing to do with you."

Wuhua looked up at the sky.

The thick purple bamboo blocked the view, and only a little bit of Lord Shiva's huge body that covered the sky could be seen through the gaps in the bamboo leaves.

"Hey, is this the root of Lingshan Bamboo Sea?" said the charming Lord Shiva.

"Well, little monk, I remember that you are a disciple of Buddhism. I have some connections with Buddha. Please leave quickly." The compassionate Lord Shiva said.

"Why? You can't let him go! Buddha is just the ninth incarnation of Vishnu. He stole the aura of the earth, built his own spiritual mountain, and spread the Dharma to the east, but ignored the people in his own land. Vishnu doesn't care. , but I want to take care of it until I conquer Lingshan and destroy his inheritance!"

As the evil-faced Vajra Lord Shiva spoke, he pierced it with a steel fork. Pieces of purple bamboo fell down, the earth rolled up, and soil and rocks rolled up.

Wuhua put his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures.

The purple bamboo stick inserted on the ground glowed with purple light.

The bamboo staff rose upwards, turning into a tall bamboo. The bamboo tip withstood the steel fork of Lord Shiva.

Lord Shiva waved the thunder pestle, thunder rolled in the sky, and streaks of lightning fell into the purple bamboo forest.

However, the purple bamboo seems to be endlessly alive. One piece fell, another piece grew, another piece was burnt, and another piece came alive.

The evil side of Lord Shiva was unable to level the bamboo forest for a while.

Shiva smiled evilly and began to dance.

Her figure passed through the bamboo forest and floated to Wuhua's side, her jade body swaying and her fragrance confusing.

Wuhua sat still, put his hands together, and just chanted sutras.

The purple bamboo spiritual energy slowly healed the scars on Bailong's body. When Bai Chen saw Wuhua being indifferent to the charm of the goddess, he couldn't help but sigh:

I have practiced for thousands of years, and my Dharma body and power are tens of thousands times stronger than Wuhua, but my concentration of mind is not as good as it would have been.

Only then did he understand that cultivation is not only the pursuit of a strong physical body and control of the energy of the universe, but also the cultivation of mind.

Peace of mind is the place to go.

Thinking of this, Bai Chen slowly arched his body, and with the help of Zizhu's spiritual energy, he instantly transformed into a human form.

He lost the demon pill and the dragon body was not powerful enough, but if he transformed into a human form, he would not need to rely on the dragon pill much less.

Moreover, in terms of xinxing, the human body can improve the xinxing and realm better than the dragon body.

Bai Chen was thinking that if he fought in human form, he might be able to escape the charm of the goddess.

Even though he faced Lord Shiva, he still could not escape defeat.

At this time, Wuhua was in a tough fight.

Although he can enter the great concentration without being charmed, Shiva is not just a charmer. She is one of the three bodies of Shiva and has the same magic power as the Vajra Dharmakaya.

When she found that she could not shake Wuhua's heart, she suddenly felt jealous and angry. She stretched out her delicate hand, and the long sword turned into a sharp sword and stabbed Wuhua.

The purple bamboo staff is still resisting Vajra Shiva's attack. Wuhua maintains the growth of the purple bamboo with all his concentration, and also resists the temptation of the goddess, unable to fight back at all.

Bai Chen let out a long roar, stretched out his hand, and the dragon's claws flashed in the void, turning into five sword lights and touching the nails of the goddess.

The goddess smiled charmingly, her body floated up, and landed on Bai Chen's head. As she danced gracefully, her jade body loomed.

But at this time, Bai Chen didn't feel the slightest ripple in his heart.

The two started fighting in the purple bamboo forest. If you looked at them from a distance, you would have thought they were handsome men and beautiful women dancing together. It was so beautiful.

The first dharma body of Lord Shiva in the sky had a compassionate face, as if he could not bear to see the misery in the world. He sighed softly and said: "Stop playing around, accept them, and bring them back to the Brahma world."

After saying that, as soon as he put his hands together, the whole world seemed to have stopped, and an unparalleled pressure came from top to bottom, as if the sky was falling.

Vajra Shiva and Goddess Shiva also returned to the lotus throne, smiling and angry, looking at Bai Chen and Wu Hua on the ground.

First, the tall bamboo broke from the top, and returned to its original appearance, standing on the ground.

The patches of purple bamboo began to wither.

Lord Shiva stretched out his palm, and the purple bamboo staff flew up and fell into his hand.

Bai Chen and Wu Hua watched all this happen, but were unable to stop it.

Lord Shiva looked at the bamboo root in his hand and nodded slightly: "Well, thousands of bamboos grow hair, but with this knot, it is a good bamboo!"

Then he lowered his head and said, "I will give you two a chance to choose. Follow me to the Brahma World, and you and I will practice in the Pure Land. Or, you can be annihilated here."

Bai Chen sneered: "Just die, don't be afraid!"

Wuhua then chanted the Buddha's name: "My heart is the pure land, why should I ask for it!"

"Okay, then I'll make it happen for you."

The look of sorrow on Lord Shiva's face became even worse, and he turned his palms and pressed down.

A huge palm fell from the sky...