Money in the heavens

"Who is it? How dare you stop me!"

The crying old man's angry roar shook the heaven and earth.

Shang Yi quietly made such a big noise in the void, and the crying old man naturally noticed it, but Shang Yi's perception of space was high enough, and he was in harmony with nature and merged with space through his divine feet, so he could not sense where the person who made the move was.

Inside the inn, the cursing Qu Jiuniang looked at the Buddha light blooming in the void in shock, thinking in her heart:

"Isn't this Xuanbei's breath? Could it be that the person who made the move was Shang Yi!?

But how is it possible? How could he, a martial artist in the awakening stage who has achieved the connection between heaven and man, achieve this level!?

Moreover, I have never heard of any martial arts that this kind of Zen of sacrificing oneself to feed an eagle comes from. Could it be that it was exchanged from the six reincarnation spaces?"

Qu Jiuniang was horrified. It was really hard to understand how Shang Yi could achieve this level. Moreover, looking at the infinite Buddha light that bloomed, it seemed like the real Buddha made a move...

And Xuanbei was neither happy nor sad in his heart. He did not pay attention to the person who made the move, and focused on dealing with the crying old man.

Xuanbei fiddled with the dark gold rosary and chanted in a low voice. Rays of glazed light emanated from his hands, making most of the peak look like a Buddhist pure land.

The wronged souls surged like a black torrent, screaming and disappearing above the glass light from time to time, and tearing the glass light into pieces from time to time.

Xuan Bei was neither happy nor angry, neither hurried nor hurried, just looking at the crying old man, and the voice seemed to echo in his heart:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of the magic skill and chose the 'Moko Demon Subduing Fist' that lacked important scriptures?"

The crying old man's eyes condensed, and he had no time to pay attention to the people in the dark. He raised his right palm and pushed his left palm. The wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the wronged souls became more and more invisible and intangible, as if walking between yin and yang, making it impossible for people to resist.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, a bead on the Buddhist beads he moved turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched out.

This punch seemed to fill the world, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, without dust.

He was surrounded by golden light, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the top of the peak, and a hazy void appeared behind him.

In the void, hideous ghosts and wronged souls surrounded a golden lotus platform with peaceful expressions. A Bodhisattva sat on the lotus platform, with a face full of compassion and pity for the world. In his palm, there was a constantly circulating breath of life and death, like a black and white wheel treasure, containing the great secrets of the heavens and the mysteries of life and death.

The face of this Bodhisattva changed vaguely, and finally, as Xuan Bei's fist reached its peak, he revealed an appearance exactly like him, except that one was melancholy and heavy, and the other was compassionate and solemn!

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and the sound of thunder and cloud echoed in the void:

"After today, in the hundreds of thousands of kalpas, there should be worlds, all hells, and the three evil ways, all the sinful and suffering beings, I vow to save them, away from hell, evil ways, animals and hungry ghosts. When all these sinners and others have become Buddhas, I will then attain enlightenment."

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will not attain Bodhi until all sentient beings are saved."

The sound of Zen, the light of Buddha, the evil ghosts and wronged souls that came in, lost their hideous hatred, their faces showed peace, and disappeared into the air.

The wind and sand stopped, and there were also Buddhist chants at the foot of the mountain. The clumps of withered hay gradually turned green, the undercurrent dingdong, and the breath of life was full.

Moko Demon Subduing Fist, to explore the cycle of life and death!

The crying old man was broken with one move, raised his head and howled, the sound drilled into the sky, piercing his body and soul, like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell coming to the world.

The black air rose around him, as if hell was opened and the ghosts were out of control.

Then, he turned the sky with his palm and slapped down from the top, "Ghost Gate Opens" of "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls"!

Xuanbei and the Bodhisattva behind him were still one melancholy and one compassionate, and they punched again, "Saving All Living Beings" of Moko Subduing Demon Fist!

However, the crying old man in front of Xuanbei seemed to be scattered and disappeared.

The crying old man was worried about the people who attacked secretly, and saw that although Xuanbei was not as strong as himself, his skill "Moko Subduing Demon Fist" just restrained his "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls", so he wanted to retreat and leave.

"Want to run!?"

Xuanbei and Shangyi shouted at the same time.

Shangyi took a step forward with his divine feet and appeared in front of the crying old man. He was dressed in black and looked like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old, but his aura was disguised in the ninth level of the exterior scene with the treasure weapon "Xuanniao".

Xuanbei quickly appeared behind the crying old man with "Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas".

The crying old man looked grim, staring at Shang Yi and said:

"Who are you?!"

He did not think that Shang Yi was really a young genius just because he looked young, but just thought that he was a strong man who practiced the art of keeping youth or disguised himself.

Shang Yi said calmly:

"Jianghu Sanren, Huaikong!"

As he said that, he clenched his right hand, and the treasured weapon "Xuanniao" was summoned immediately, turning into pieces of small sword blades flying out, gathering in Shang Yi's right hand and turning into a black long sword.

Suddenly, Huaikong's aura rose again, making the crying old man's face even gloomier.

Xuan Bei also looked at the person in front of him in shock. He had seen Shang Yi in the inn, and even felt Shang Yi's true strength, but he was just a young warrior in the opening stage of heaven and man.

But the young man in the inn and the young man holding the black long sword now were two different people.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

The wind howled, and the crying old man, who had the intention of retreating, suddenly attacked, performing the "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls" repeatedly, drawing endless vitality to repel Huai Kong and Xuan Bei.

This time Shang Yi did not cast the self-sacrifice spell, but swung the long sword in his hand, and each move was like an antelope hanging on a horn, with the clairvoyance, clairaudience, and telepathy performed together. With the blessing of the precious weapon "Xuanniao", Shang Yi could easily see through the actions, weaknesses, and thoughts of the crying old man, and every attack hit the most uncomfortable part of the crying old man.

Xuan Bei used the Moko Demon Subduing Fist to change life and death, suppress the "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls" of the crying old man, and save the ghost aura on the crying old man, making the crying old man unable to use his strength, and even showing signs of weakening.

The crying old man knew that this was not a solution, so he kept fighting and retreating, heading towards the depths of the vast sea.

Shang Yi and the crying old man chased and intercepted with the Divine Foot and Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas respectively, and at the same time, in order not to hurt innocent people, they moved the battlefield to the uninhabited Gobi.

"Hmph, damn bald donkey! Xuanbei, do you know that the news of your appearance in Liushaji was leaked to me by the Shaolin thief bald!"

"Huaikong! Jianghu Sanren, after I get out of this, I will definitely wipe out your entire family!"

The crying old man, who was at a disadvantage, shouted angrily, and at the same time wanted to ruin the mood of the two and find a way to break the deadlock.

The crying old man achieved his goal. Shang Yi's expression was cold and unaffected, while Xuanbei's face changed. He didn't expect that when he came out to meet the crying old man this time, it turned out that someone in the temple leaked his whereabouts!

What exactly does that person want to do in Shaolin Temple, and what is going on in Shaolin Temple! ?

After all, Xuanbei has been protected by Shaolin for many years, and he still has some feelings for Shaolin in his heart.

So his mood fluctuated, and the crying old man caught a flaw.

"Ghosts cry and gods howl!"

The crying old man slapped his hands with a sinister aura, and slapped Xuanbei's chest with both palms.

Fortunately, Xuan Bei's reaction was also not slow. He gathered his mind and forcibly twisted his body shape. At the same time, he protected his chest with both hands, causing the crying old man to slap his left shoulder and his left arm.

Xuan Bei's idea was very simple. He paid the price of his left shoulder and left arm to injure the crying old man in exchange for injuries.

Suddenly, at this moment, the world stopped.

Shang Yi, who was beside Xuan Bei, integrated the destructive power condensed in his body into the long sword. The sword intent that destroyed the world enveloped the world, and the unparalleled edge was aimed at the crying old man in front of him.

The crying old man suddenly changed color. Although the sword did not mobilize much vitality of the world, the destructive sword intent in it made his mind constantly warn, as if he had encountered the most terrible threat in his life, just like when he faced Su Wuming's sword.

"Dang~~~"

The sword intent that destroyed the world enveloped the world, and a bell sounded between the world. At this moment, the crying old man and Xuan Bei only felt that the world and time here were still.

"Free Heart Bell!"

The tower controls space, and the bell controls time!

Shang Yi is the reincarnation of the Buddha of the Worldly Freedom King who has mastered the way of time. How could he not know the means of time!

The trees that were originally swaying and swaying in the mountains, the falling leaves, and the dust in the air that were blown by the wind, all stopped there when Shang Yi swung his sword and the bell rang.

"Destroying the Heaven and Earth Sword Twenty-three!"

This sword, which combines the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the Way of Destruction, and the Way of Time, easily pierced into the eyebrows of the crying old man.

There was a look of fear and unwillingness in the eyes of the crying old man. Ten years ago, he provoked Su Wuming and was seriously injured by a sword and was on the verge of death. He recovered for ten years; ten years later, he returned to the arena to unify the vast sea and eliminate the hidden dangers of his enemies, but he met a mysterious Huai Kong again. He could not resist under the power of time and could only watch the sword that destroyed the heaven and earth pierce into his eyebrows. The endless power of destruction instantly destroyed everything in his body.

Xuan Bei only saw Huai Kong swinging a sword. The sword was not fast, but the time between heaven and earth was stilled, and everything could not move. Then the sword pierced into the eyebrows of the crying old man. The next moment, time passed again, and the crying old man's body dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind and sand!

The hands of the crying old man that slapped his left shoulder and left arm also dissipated with the wind.

"Amitabha! Thank you for your help, young hero Huai Kong!"

Seeing the crying old man, the enemy who made him lose all his relatives and could only hide in Shaolin Temple, being killed, Xuan Bei's hatred in his heart also dissipated at this moment, leaving only the longing for his relatives and gratitude to Shang Yi.

"Plop~~~"

Shang Yi sat down in front of the crying old man, panting and saying:

"Hu, Master, you don't have to thank me. The crying old man is too fierce and cruel. He has killed countless people. He wants to kill all the innocent people here during the fight. Everyone can kill him!"

Xuan Bei looked at the young man in front of him with surprise. His breath suddenly dropped to the opening stage. He suddenly realized that Shang Yi must have relied on external forces when he made a move just now, so he had the power of the ninth level of the outer scene.

Seeing the black long sword emitting a powerful aura beside Shang Yi, he immediately understood that it was because of this top-level treasure weapon.

"Young man Huaikong is too modest. It must have paid a heavy price to be able to use treasure weapons across levels and kill the crying old man at the peak of the outer scene. And the crying old man came for me, how can I not remember this kindness!

I will keep your kindness in mind. If you need it in the future, I will do my best!"

As he said, he took out a bottle of "Xiao Huandan" from his arms and handed it to Shang Yi.

Shang Yi didn't hesitate to open it and eat one, then he recovered his true energy.

At the same time, the black sword beside him once again broke into small blades, quickly gathered and changed, and became a black bird the size of a baby flying around Shang Yi.

Xuan Bei could sense that the power of the heaven and earth nearby was drawn by the black bird, part of which merged into the black bird's body, and part of which flowed into Shang Yi's body, helping Shang Yi to recover his own true energy and make up for the loss of that sword.

"It is both a living being and a weapon, and even connected by blood. No wonder it can use the treasure weapon beyond its level and even perform a strike that is close to the Dharma body!"

Xuan Bei was shocked. He didn't expect that the treasure weapon in Shang Yi's hand was so magical. This treasure definitely has the potential to be promoted to a divine weapon or even a peerless divine weapon.

If he hadn't just avenged his revenge and his state of mind had improved, and Shang Yi was the benefactor who helped him kill his enemies, he would probably have been greedy and robbed Shang Yi's treasure.

Of course, he also knew that Shang Yi and the treasure weapon were connected by blood, and only people with the same blood as Shang Yi could activate it. If it was placed in the hands of others, it would not be able to exert its power, and it might even backfire on the holder!

Xuanbei knew that the young man in front of him might be another "Heavenly Sword" Su Wuming in the future. Not to mention the power of this treasured weapon, even the terrifying sword of destruction was extraordinary.

After a while, Shang Yi slowly stopped his skills and recovered with the help of the treasured weapon "Xuanniao".

As for Shang Yi's realm, in order to be more sure of killing the crying old man, Shang Yi also took the opportunity to improve his realm and reached the state of unity between heaven and man.

"Thank you, Master Xuanbei, for protecting the law!"

Shang Yi stood up with a smile and bowed his hands.

Master Xuanbei put his hands together, shook his head slowly and said:

"Amitabha, Donor Huaikong helped me to take revenge, and it is my duty to protect the law for my benefactor!"

"Li~~~"

The Xuanniao circled in the air and turned into a folding fan and fell into Shang Yi's hands.

However, the two of them tacitly did not talk about the treasured weapon "Xuanniao".

Instead, Master Xuanbei chanted a Buddhist name and said:

"Amitabha, Donor Huaikong, my poor monk is being hunted by the disciple of the crying old man. I need to go and find him. I hope you can forgive me for my impoliteness!"

Shang Yi waved his hand and said:

"Master Xuanbei, there is no need to do this. Your disciple will be lucky. However, the disciple of the crying old man is cruel and I am afraid he will be frightened!"

Xuanbei said goodbye in a hurry, left the place and chased after his disciple. Obviously, he was worried about his disciple!

Shang Yi looked at Xuanbei's back, shook his head slightly, and sighed:

"Master Xuanbei is also a kind person!"

He was concerned about his disciple and insisted on protecting him. He waited until he woke up before chasing him. This help was worth it!

After that, Shang Yi glanced at the distance, stepped out and left here, and returned to the "First House in the Hanhai" inn.

When Shang Yi appeared in the backyard of the inn, Qu Jiuniang's voice rang out:

"It's OK, kid. With your precious weapon, you can actually exert the combat power of a grandmaster. What's the result?

Did you kill that old guy!"

Shang Yi smiled proudly when he heard this:

"Of course, I'm a genius, how could I miss!?

Besides, I'm not stupid. How can I rush into something I'm not sure of?

If this crying old man is a great Dharma master, I will definitely hide as far away as possible now!"

Qu Jiuniang rolled her eyes, but she was very afraid of Shang Yi in her heart.

After noticing that Xuan Bei and the crying old man were fighting, Qu Jiuniang thought that both of them would suffer losses. After all, Xuan Bei's skills would restrain the crying old man, and the crying old man did not have the mind and courage to fight with Xuan Bei. In the end, he would definitely be one step behind and flee in embarrassment.

However, Shang Yi did not expect that he would use the power of the precious weapon to kill the crying old man together with Xuan Bei!

Although Qu Jiuniang did not see the battlefield with her own eyes, she also sensed the fleeting aura of destruction in the depths of the vast sea from afar!

Such a terrible power made Qu Jiuniang a little frightened.

"Who is this kid? He has extraordinary means and has also comprehended the six magical powers of Buddhism, but he also has such a destructive power. He is really a mysterious existence!"

Qu Jiuniang thought secretly in her heart.

Shang Yi did not care much about this, but threw five taels of silver to Qu Jiuniang and returned to the familiar room.

Although they were both Taoist friends in the immortal traces, Shang Yi would not easily take advantage of Qu Jiuniang, not to mention that Shang Yi, who had the means to turn stones into gold, did not care about these taels of silver.

When Shang Yi returned to the room, he did not rest after closing the door, nor did he continue to meditate, but sat at the table waiting for the six reincarnation spaces to pull people.

He knew that Meng Qi should have been caught by An Guoxie at this time, and his dantian and limbs were abolished. It was the six reincarnation spaces that pulled people, and Meng Qi was saved! (End of this chapter)