Chapter 128 Arhats Are Coming From the West, and There Will Be a Great Harvest

This feeling of disgust is extremely strong.

From Cui Heng's perspective, he could even see a dark cloud flying from the west.

These are all black lights that symbolize evil.

He sucked it in suddenly, and the seven-emotion light around the golden elixir suddenly trembled, and the black light suddenly increased by an inch on the spot!

"So many!" Cui Heng's eyes suddenly lit up.

This was just the disgust the other party had when he didn't see him, but it could actually make the black light surge by an inch.

If you can squeeze it hard, maybe you can directly explode three to five inches of emotion.

Moreover, in addition to the black light that symbolizes evil, you can also collect the green light that symbolizes fear and the gray light that symbolizes sorrow.

If done correctly, you should be able to collect a lot of the purple light that symbolizes anger.

What kind of monk is this?

It’s clearly a walking Mimic!

There will be a great harvest soon.

"However, this Buddha power is a bit familiar. Is it the Bodhisattva jade bone I made from chicken bones?" Cui Heng looked to the west and chuckled, "This is used to make the golden body of Arhat."

The jade bone of the Bodhisattva swallowed by the Buddha was made by Cui Heng using magic power to transform a chicken bone.

I don’t know if what he made with this method should be called Arhat’s Golden Body?

Or a Luohan chicken stand?

At this time, Liu Yiyun was studying swordsmanship outside the inner hall of the official office. When he saw Cui Heng coming out and looking at the sky, he couldn't help but curiously asked, "Grand Master, is there something happening in the west?"

"An Arhat is coming." Cui Heng said with a smile, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"Luo, Arhat?!" Liu Yiyun's beautiful eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked to the west in astonishment, with murderous intent in his eyes, "Grandmaster Tai, are you the Arhat of Baolin Temple?"

There is a life-and-death feud between the Xianxia Sect and Baolin Temple.

"It should be true, they got the jade bone of the Bodhisattva." Cui Heng gently chinned his head, looked at Liu Yiyun, and said with a smile, "I said before that I would take you to kill the monks in Baolin Temple, but I didn't expect him to go there before. I just delivered it to my door.”

"Disciple, please fight!" Liu Yiyun's eyes were firm and he said solemnly, "Grand Master, the divine realm of Xianxia Sword Jue is far more powerful than the ordinary divine realm. I still have the immortal sword left by the master here, which should be able to compete with this monk. war."

"Xianxia Sword Art" was born out of the method of cultivating immortals. Compared with martial arts, it is actually more like a simplified version of the method of cultivating immortals. It will undergo a qualitative change at the level equivalent to the seventh level of Qi refining, and the strength will increase greatly, far better than that of an ordinary person. The divine realm at the end of the world must be powerful.

To use an analogy, the "divine realm" of Xianxia Sect can be regarded as a divine realm with the power of human immortals, that is, a weakened version of human immortals.

If he could hold the immortal sword left by Jiang Qiqi, he would indeed be able to defeat most ordinary immortals and arhats.

But the monk who came to Changfeng Prefecture now was no ordinary Arhat.

He swallowed a Bodhisattva-level chicken bone and not only became an Arhat's golden body, but he could also use the Buddhist power contained in that bone to touch the threshold of the Bodhisattva realm in a short time.

With Liu Yiyun's current level of cultivation, he is still unable to cope with that level of power.

What's more, this is a Mimic!

Although Cui Heng understood Liu Yiyun's desire to kill the monk of Baolin Temple with his own hands, things like Mimic Monsters cannot be manipulated by others.

This is a major matter related to one's own practice.

"No need." Cui Heng rejected Liu Yiyun's request, shook his head and said, "This monk is a bit special. He can use the power of the Bodhisattva realm in a short period of time, which is quite dangerous for you now."

"Bodhisattva realm..." Liu Yiyun was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and saluted respectfully, "Thank you, Grand Master, for reminding me. This disciple is a little impatient."

At the same time, she also secretly made up her mind to practice harder in the future and strive to reach the realm equivalent to a human immortal as soon as possible.

At that time, with the fairy sword in hand, there is hope to defeat the monks in the Bodhisattva realm.

"Don't be discouraged." Cui Heng said with a smile, "I will show you how this monk fights later, which will also lay the foundation for you to cause trouble for those monks in the future."

"Take me to see?" Liu Yiyun looked at Cui Heng in confusion and asked, "Grand Master, is there anyone else to deal with that monk?"

"It doesn't count as anyone else." Cui Heng smiled, and thought about it and let a piece of hair break off and fall into his palm, "It will have a fight with the monk later."

"Ah?" Liu Yiyun became even more confused, "Hair?"

How can you hit someone with a hair?

…

The sky above Changfeng Fucheng.

Golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air.

A young monk dressed in white came from the west with a golden lotus on his feet.

He looked to be less than twenty years old, with compassionate, peaceful and Zen-like eyes.

It is the monk Dufa.

His flying speed is not very fast.

After entering the boundary of Changfeng Prefecture, it took another half an hour to reach the sky above Changfeng Prefecture.

In fact, strictly speaking, crossing the law is not flying, it is just rushing in the sky.

After all, Arhat is only equivalent to the eighth level of Qi refining, and the power of Buddha is far less magical and powerful than magic power. Naturally, it is impossible for him to have such a superb flying method.

By condensing the Buddha's power under his feet, he flew through the sky to achieve a purpose similar to flying.

Very simple and crude.

However, Buddhism has a more elegant name for this method of flying.

It is called golden lotus growing step by step.

At this time, Monk Dufa stood in the sky above Changfeng City with his feet on the "Golden Lotus".

He looked down, glanced across the city, and immediately frowned.

"Thousands of households, but no one worships the Buddha, is really a place of great sin, and Cui Heng, the pastor of this state, cannot escape the blame. spanstyle>谷/spanstyle>

"Huh? There are actually people here spreading Taoism. It's really hateful! This person seems to be Zhang Shuming, the headmaster of Taoist Palace, who happened to make you die here."

Immediately, Monk Dufa put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name with a loud voice.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's chant resounded through the heaven and earth like thunder, and was heard by most of the people in Changfeng City.

Countless people looked up to the sky.

I saw golden lotuses blooming, and the fragrance came to my nostrils.

Above the sky, there stood a monk in white clothes full of compassion, as if he were an Arhat descending from the Pure Land.

This made the people involuntarily want to kneel on the ground and worship him.

"The bold demon monk dares to blatantly deceive people's hearts!"

Zhang Shuming, who was preaching Taoist scriptures, discovered something strange in the sky.

He immediately shouted loudly, causing many people to wake up.

"The demon will be punished!" Monk Dufa frowned, raised his right hand, formed a fist seal, and slammed it downwards.

As soon as he punched out, layers of golden phantoms appeared around the fist, turning into a giant golden fist covering a hundred feet in radius.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of glass appeared on the giant golden fist, unstained by dust, pure and flawless, as if to purify all sins in the world.

At the same time, behind Monk Dufa, the phantoms of towering mountain peaks lit up, with countless Buddhist temples on them, like a pure land outside the world.

Boom!

There was a deafening explosion in the void.

Violent air movement creates strong winds.

Howling and roaring, it swept from the sky to the earth.

The trees were leaning this way and that, and the houses were trembling and shaking, as if they were about to collapse at any time.

Many ordinary people on the ground feel that they can no longer stand firm.

You can only hold on to things around you.

Monk Dufa's punch fell from the sky, and it was as if the Buddha's anger was about to purify the world, with infinite power.

And all these scenes are just the aftermath.

The pure fist blooming with glazed light aimed to attack Zhang Shuming, including everything within a hundred feet around him.

With this punch, Zhang Shuming, the people, buildings, and other things around him would all be smashed to pieces in an instant!

Obviously, when Monk Dufa took action, he did not consider whether innocent people would be hurt at all.

"Is this bald donkey crazy?!" Zhang Shuming gritted his teeth.

He wasn't worried about himself or the people around him.

This is Changfeng Prefecture, and Tianjun is in charge.

Can an Arhat turn the world upside down?

But Monk Dufa's attitude of not taking human life seriously made him feel extremely angry.

At the same time, in the courtyard of the State Pastoral Office.

Liu Yiyun also looked at the scene in the sky with great anger, gritting his silver teeth, "Is this a monk or a devil? Doesn't he know how many people he will kill with this punch?"

"It's really time to clean up this monk in Baolin Temple." Cui Heng nodded gently.

Then, he blew lightly on the hair in his palm.

call!

The hair was blown directly to the sky, and it swelled in the wind. It transformed into another Cui Heng, wearing a black outfit, soaring into the sky and flying towards the extremely huge fist.

"What, what's going on?!" Liu Yiyun stared at the figure in the sky dumbfounded, and then looked at Cui Heng beside him, shocked, "Grand Master, what are you..."

"Just fight him with a piece of hair. Don't make a fuss." Cui Heng smiled and said, "Do you know why I just said I would take you to see him?"

Because what we have to fight against Monk Dufa is just one of his hairs.

Of course, with Cui Heng's current level of cultivation, he still cannot directly turn a piece of hair into his own incarnation.

He just used the ability to control the physical body after the golden elixir was completed, to combine this hair with part of the magic power, turning it into a body with eight levels of Qi refining magic power.

He has no consciousness and cannot even move on his own.

What really makes this body move is actually the seven-emotion god Cui Heng placed three feet above it as the gaze of his will.

It's like manipulating a marionette, manipulating this body.

It is essentially a special technique.

But even this was enough to exert the power that made Monk Dufa feel desperate.

After the body flew into the sky, facing the huge fist that was smashing down, he raised his right hand and pointed it into a sword, condensing his magic power.

Then he made a sudden stroke toward the sky!

Boom!

An earth-shaking loud noise exploded in the sky.

A hundred-foot-long cyan sword light erupted from the sword finger of the body.

Go straight to the sky!

Like a giant sword that split the sky and the earth, it struck at Monk Dufa's fist.