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

Li Muchen frowned.

The Buddha statue in front of you has a golden body, the golden light is endless, and the body is full of power. It is the authentic Buddhism.

But the six-character mantra, spoken from the mouth of Luang Po Prayut, was so strange and strange.

Especially the mummies that ran out were full of resentment, as if they had suffered inhuman torture during their lifetimes.

This evil spirit soaring into the sky was not suppressed by the Buddha's power. Instead, it blended with the Buddha's light to form a strange formation.

Li Muchen had never seen this phenomenon, nor had he even heard of it.

It is normal to say that there are evil monks in the world, just like some immortals also have demons.

But Buddhism is a true dharma, which does not change with people, and will not become a demonic dharma due to demonic monks.

Luang Phor Prayuth stretched out his hand and said: Om!

His dark, wrinkled face showed a look of wisdom, like a wise man.

The movements and expressions of the Buddha statues in the sky are in sync with him.

An "Om" sounded deep in Li Muchen's mind, shaking like thunder.

In a dazzling golden light, a huge Buddha's palm was pushed towards him flatly, but it carried endless pressure.

Li Muchen almost wanted to curse.

The one he wanted to fight was not Luang Phor Prayut, but a Buddha!

Fortunately, he has suffered two thunder tribulations. If he had been a year ago, he would have been wiped out with just this one palm.

He retreated sharply, waving the sword in his hand, and a sword energy shot into the Buddha's light.

The golden light suddenly disappeared.

There is another deep palm mark on the palm of the bust of the Buddha in the grass.

As soon as Li Muchen repelled the Buddha's palm, the dozens of mummies arrived behind Li Muchen without knowing when, and a sinister aura came over them.

At this time, it was too late for him to swing his sword.

A dark cloud rolled up around him, but it was the Netherworld Ghost Flag that he snatched from the Ghost King's hand.

The ghost energy just restrained the corpse evil energy, and these mummies retreated one after another as if their hands had been burned.

"Black Water Ghost Flag!" Long Po Prayut seemed a little shocked when he looked at the black cloud wrapped around Li Muchen's body.

Li Muchen didn't talk nonsense with him, and swung the Xuan Ming Sword to cut off a dozen mummies beside him.

hiss!

Luang Phor Prayuth took a breath of distress, then stretched out his hand again, raised his palm, pressed it down, and chanted: Mani!

There was a look of compassion on his face, as if he was a Buddha from above, comforting all living beings at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

The thunderous chanting of "Mani" sounded in Li Muchen's mind again, like a group of Buddhas chanting at the same time.

There was a golden light above the head, like the sun falling. In the golden light, a big hand pressed down.

This palm was faster and more coercive than the flat thrust just now.

Li Muchen raised the sword in his hand and pushed it upward. The tip of the sword touched the Buddha's palm, and his body was pressed down by a powerful force.

Boom.

His feet sank deep into the dirt.

Li Muchen exhaled loudly, and then pushed up with the power of the earth under his feet.

The tip of the sword pierced into the flesh of the Buddha's palm.

The wrinkles on Long Po Prayut's face became distorted, as if he was in pain, and he put away his palms.

The golden light faded, and the Buddha's palm disappeared from Li Muchen's head.

In the grass in the corner not far away, there is a hole in the palm of the broken Buddha statue. The sun shines through the hole and shines on the dark ground beside the Buddha, leaving a bright spot.

Li Muchen stood up and pulled his legs out of the soil.

Luang Phor Prayut took action again.

Padme!

This time, he put one hand horizontally, as if holding something in his hand, and the other became an orchid finger, waving forward.

The compassion on his face turned to mercy.

Li Muchen saw Venerable Guanyin appearing in the golden light, holding a pure vase in one hand and spreading poplar nectar with the other.

The dew is like rain, flowing freely.

Every drop is refreshing.

This seems not to be attacking, but to help the opponent recover mana.

But Li Muchen knew that this move was too powerful.

He uses the power of Guanyin to preach the Dharma and the compassion of Buddhism to make people completely relax and give up resistance.

Amidst the chanting of the Buddha, Li Muchen couldn't even hold his sword steady, let alone speak the sword.

He knew that the next move would be the real killing move, the move of destruction.

The last word of the six-character Buddhist mantra is left.

Hum!

Sure enough, Luang Phor Prayuth pronounced this word.

A huge white lotus bloomed in front of Li Muchen.

The white petals spread one by one, while the surrounding space was compressed into the petals bit by bit.

If Li Muchen didn't resist, he would be pressed into the lotus petals and annihilated along with the space.

This is the highest state of Buddhism.

Li Muchen didn't understand how this demonic monk could perform such perfect and authentic Buddhist teachings in this desolate place.

At this moment, a ray of blue light flew from the sky and pierced into the vast Buddha light.

The white lotus suddenly disappeared.

A man in green clothes stood proudly in mid-air holding a Qingyun Sword in his hand and a Thunderbolt Black Bow on his back.

Li Muchen said happily: "Thirteenth senior brother! Why are you here?"

Du Qinghui said: "I followed the traces left by Junior Sister Wan Qing. When I arrived near here, I saw the Buddha's light and evil aura here, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect it to be you, Junior Brother."

"Senior Sister Xiang is inside. She seems to be trapped by the Zhulong Nine Yin Lantern." Li Muchen said.

Du Qinghui was also surprised when he heard the name Zhulong Jiuyin Deng.

"Is it Senior Brother Du?" came Xiang Wanqing's joyful voice.

"Junior sister Wan Qing, it's me, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You guys came in time. If you had come half a day later, you wouldn't have seen me."

Du Qinghui said to Li Muchen: "Muchen, leave this to me, and you go rescue your senior sister."

Li Muchen nodded: "Brother, be careful. The Buddha's Light Dharma just now was very strange. It is definitely not the ability that the demon monk Long Po Bayut should have."

"I also noticed it." Du Qinghui said, "In order to find your senior sister, I specifically checked the ancient information of the Nanyang generation. According to legend, there is a resting place of ancient Buddhas on the Mekong River, which suppresses the ancient evil gods. Maybe it is here."

"No wonder! It turns out to be the power of the ancient Buddha!" ​​Li Muchen glanced around a few times, his consciousness scanning everywhere carefully, "Senior brother, be careful, I will rescue senior sister, and we will work together to kill this demon monk!"

After saying that, he picked up his sword and rushed in.

"Jie Jie Jie!" Long Po Bayu said with a strange smile, "You have guessed it! Since you know that this is the resting place of the ancient Buddha, why don't you kneel down obediently and accept the baptism of Buddhism!"

After saying that, he formed seals with his hands and murmured a mantra in his mouth.

The Buddha's light lit up again, and the golden body of the Buddha statue in mid-air began to expand, becoming larger than the mountain.

The golden light overshadowed the rising sun in the morning, making people unable to open their eyes. Even the consciousness was completely white.

But those mummies that had just been chopped in half by Li Muchen got up under the light of Buddha's light.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere and saves all sentient beings!"

In the world of light, the compassionate voice of Long Po Bayut came.

"All your grudges during your lifetime will be eliminated in Buddhism. Kill those who blaspheme Buddhism!"

Black shadows appeared in the white light, as if the mountains and plains were filled with corpses.

Du Qinghui said loudly: "Mu Chen, rush in quickly, don't be surrounded by corpses! I will block this Buddha body!"

Li Muchen did not move, the tip of his sword pointed downwards, tilting his head, motionless.

Du Qinghui was anxious: "Mu Chen, what are you waiting for? I can only resist the light of the ancient Buddha's holy spirit for a while. I don't know how many people this demon monk has killed here and how many corpses he has hidden. These corpses were struck by the Buddha's light. Photo, a hundred times more powerful than usual!"

Li Muchen still didn't move.

Luang Po Prayut Jie Jie said with a smile: "No need to struggle in vain, you are dead."

"Not necessarily!"

Li Muchen suddenly moved.

The Netherworld Ghost Flag unfolded like a barrier, and purple clouds emerged, surrounding the surroundings and protecting his body.

The blade of the Xuanming Sword emits a strong black light, illuminating a darkness in the white world of Buddha's light.

And the end of this darkness is facing the mottled and dilapidated stone Buddha statue among the ruins.