One Hundred and Eighty-Three. You Are a Genius

Blood Phoenix let out a sneer, then swooped down.

The claws made of broken linden branches grabbed directly at the top of the old monk Faxin's head.

The impermanent Buddha's light above the old monk Faxin's head fluctuated, as if it was about to be torn apart.

And those fine blood threads kept going down, trying to get through the light mist.

"Buddha said, infinite light."

The old monk Faxin chanted in a long voice.

He clasped his palms together, and from the center of his two palms, there seemed to be infinite light bursting out, spreading in all directions.

This time, the light is not as sharp and swift as the aura.

However, it is vaster, tougher, and denser.

Endless and pervasive.

This time the Buddha's light was much softer, but it managed to isolate all the thousands of blood threads on the blood phoenix's body, and at the same time blocked his paw made of bodhi branches.

Even Huiming and Ziri Jiao were also pushed outward by the light.

"The Great Light Curse..." Huiming recognized it: "Be careful, the light will become stronger and stronger!"

Sure enough, the light, which was relatively soft at first, became hotter and hotter, dispelling everything, and its power continued to increase, gradually surpassing the omnipresent aura.

The streaks of blood hanging down from the wings of the blood phoenix were gradually evaporated away by the vast brilliance.

"Okay!" The blood shadow old devil smiled instead of anger: "I will fight with you!"

The blood phoenix let out a long, shrill and terrifying cry, then transformed into a sea of ​​blood, hanging in the sky.

A vortex began to appear in the center of the sea of ​​blood, spinning continuously.

In the center of the vortex, those few broken linden branches appeared.

These linden branches combined with blood and water, condensed into a long blood-colored arrow.

The arrow's edge flashed a dark red blood light, getting brighter and brighter.

The next moment, the blood arrow shot down towards the ball of light directly below.

The arrow spun downward, rushing out of the vortex, driving a large amount of blood water to rotate with it, and being driven downward.

Then I saw the end of the blood arrow continuously drawing blood from the sea of ​​blood.

In the end, the whole sea of ​​blood seemed to condense into a long arrow with its tail in the sky and pointing straight down.

The sword's edge landed on the top of the light sphere, and it kept spinning downward.

The inexhaustible stream of blood at the end of the upper end continuously supplied it with strength and strengthened the sharpness of the arrow.

The old monk Faxin cast the Great Light Mantra, and the light kept spreading to the periphery. The light crushed the ground under his feet, forming a continuously expanding deep pit.

But at this moment, the light expanded and stopped.

The huge ball of light was constantly trembling, as if it might shatter at any moment.

At the place where the top of the top is in contact with the blood arrow, the brilliance has gradually shown signs of disintegration.

The blood arrow descended slowly, although the speed was slow, it was unstoppable.

On the surface of the light sphere, the light suddenly became much brighter.

Then, the sphere of light began to shrink, approaching the old monk Faxin in the center.

The smaller the ball of light, the more condensed it is, the stronger the defense.

But the blood arrows continued to pierce the ball of light.

After the sphere of light shrunk to an insignificant size, although the speed of the blood arrow piercing was slower, it still continued to move forward.

Then the light sphere changed again, from a complete sphere to a hemisphere gradually, supporting the old monk Faxin's head like a canopy.

He compressed and condensed the power of the Great Light Curse to the extreme, and finally stopped the blood arrow in the sky.

The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.

The old monk Faxin was secretly anxious.

He casts the Great Light Mantra, which cannot last long.

But the big devil in front of him practiced the transformation of the blood phoenix, and his vitality and endurance are extremely long.

If this stalemate continues, it is more likely that he will not be able to hold on in the end.

Just thinking of this, the old monk Faxin found that the old devil Ziri was ready to move.

He is now using all his strength to fight against the blood shadow old devil in the sky, and he is no longer able to strengthen the purple sun old devil and Huiming.

Huiming didn't intend to take advantage of other people's dangers, but the old devil Ziri was not polite.

The Purple Sun Flood Dragon that it transformed into immediately turned into a ray of purple light, attacking the old monk Faxin from below.

"Go away!" Old Demon Blood Shadow yelled, Old Demon Ziri pretended he didn't hear it, and continued to attack the old monk.

Fa Xin had no choice but to gather his strength and take the initiative to shatter the semicircle formed by the brilliance above his head.

Countless light spots splashed in all directions, blocking the attacking old devil Ziri.

But the blood arrow split through Guangyu and continued to shoot down.

The old monk Faxin snorted, his body was pierced by blood arrows.

Regardless of his disregard, he summoned up his last strength, gave birth to lotuses under his feet, and fled into the distance.

After passing through his apprentice, the old monk Faxin grabbed the young monk.

But after such a slight delay, the old devil Ziri caught up.

A cloud of purple flames exploded behind the old monk Faxin, causing him to stagger again.

The old monk Faxin didn't dare to look back and ran all the way.

Old Demon Ziri was about to chase after him, but was slapped backwards by Old Demon Blood Shadow.

"If someone runs away, no one can afford it." The old devil Ziri didn't dare to stand up to Xueying.

The blood shadow old devil stared at him coldly: "Without you, no one can escape."

Before the words fell, a blue light flashed in the distance, and a colorful cloud flew up.

The old monk Faxin looked in front of him in despair, and there was another Wu who blocked the way.

Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Villa, and Taoist Zhichen, the master of Wangzhen Temple, both of them have the same illness and love each other.

In order to protect their family's foundation, although the two took refuge in Chang'an City, they dared not show up in public.

However, as eighth-level masters, there is no doubt about the strength of the two of them.

When the old monk Faxin was in good condition, neither of them was an opponent in a single round.

But the enemy has been severely injured by the old devil Blood Shadow and the old devil Ziri successively, and it is not easy to escape now, so how can he defeat Yunmo and Daoist Zhichen?

The two of them attacked together, Monk Faxin didn't even have a chance to commit suicide, and was captured alive on the spot.

The two of Yun Mo arrested two monks, one old and one young, and returned to the blood shadow old devil.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Shadow, luckily you did not disgrace your life." Taoist Zhichen said.

Yun Mo was indifferent at the side.

He is the kind of person who has always had a prejudice against practitioners of the magic way.

The devils in Chang'an City are all cautious in their words and deeds, and have never caused chaos.

Therefore, Yun Mo can still live in peace with them, but when dealing with each other, it is always possible to avoid it.

The blood shadow old devil also regarded Yun Mo as air, and only nodded slightly at Taoist Zhichen: "Thanks for your hard work."

He took the two bald heads from each other, and said, "Let's go."

After all, he turned into a blood phoenix and flew high, returning to Chang'an City.

Huiming sighed and followed.

Daoist Zhichen and Yun Mo both acted in the same way.

Ziri Laomo finally hit the road, flying with his head sullen.

Looking forward, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he kept staring at the blood shadow old devil.

Now that the opponent is stronger, there is no point in conflicting with it.

But when he can also learn the same level of secret magic skills as "Phoenix Blood Book", he must settle accounts with the blood shadow old devil.

After the group returned to Chang'an City, the blood shadow old devil threw Faxin master and apprentice to Mr. Wuyun.

Mr. Wu Yun looked at the two monks, one old and one young.

The younger one was only about ten years old.

"I leave it to you." He threw the little monk to Huiming.

Huiming breathed a sigh of relief.

The little monk had a pitiful look on his face: "Brother, my master won't die, right?"

"Your Majesty who rules Chang'an is merciful. Under his rule, Mr. Wu Yun and others are rarely killed, so the teacher's life should not be in danger... However, he may still have to suffer." Monk Huiming sighed .

Hearing that the master would not die, the little monk let out a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously: "Being compassionate, didn't the Buddha teach us Buddhist disciples? The Lord of Chang'an is also a Buddhist disciple?"

Huiming shook his head lightly: "Anyone can have a compassionate heart, just like anyone who sees the clear nature of the mind and gets rid of obsession is a Buddha."

The little monk stared blankly: "Master, Shizu, Shishu, Shibo didn't say that."

"Everyone has a different way, and everyone can be their own Buddha." Huiming said: "You are young, it is right to respect the teacher and respect the way. When you are older, you will gradually understand some truths. .”

The little monk seemed to understand a little bit: "Oh..."

After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Senior brother, don't we really need to save the people here from suffering?"

"Chang'an is not a sea of ​​bitterness." Huiming smiled wryly, almost reaching out to cover the little guy's mouth.

This is the inner city of Chang'an, not as far away as Hexi County.

The Lord of Chang'an City has great supernatural powers, if the words of the little monk fall into the other party's ears, the consequences will be unpredictable.

"I have traveled both inside and outside Chang'an, including the Western Zhou Dynasty in the west, the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the east, and the Northern Qi Dynasty in the north."

Huiming said with emotion: "The people in Chang'an live better than those places.

Of course, it doesn't mean that it is better than other places, but there is really no problem at all.

Rather, it means that the people here live and work in peace and contentment, their families are happy and healthy, free from poverty and oppression.

In particular, the lord of Chang'an City loves the people. Practitioners here are strictly forbidden to bully ordinary people. This is not seen in other places. "

The little monk blinked, lowered his head and muttered softly: "Then why does the master always say that people here are very bitter? The master and the brother said it differently. Someone is lying to me..."

With Huiming's sharp ears and eyes, he can hear clearly.

He couldn't help laughing: "Both of us, we didn't lie to you, it's just that we have different views on the same thing, but they are all our own true thoughts."

The little monk looked blank again: "I don't understand..."

"If you have time, I'll take you around Chang'an. After you've seen it, you'll have your own thoughts. That's true for you." Huiming said with a smile.

"Oh." The little monk nodded.

"By the way, I still don't know your Dharma name?" Huiming asked.

The little monk straightened his expression quickly, clasped his palms together:

"Poor monk Yongse, brother please advise."

A young monk who was not a few years older than him also clasped his palms together: "The poor monk is wise and dare not give advice."

Huiming didn't realize there was a problem.

But Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace almost spit out water when he heard the little monk's dharma name.

Of course he knows that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form, and he knows the meaning of "form" in Buddhist teachings.

But at this moment, I still can't help thinking about it.

Mr. Wu Yun, who brought old monk Faxin back to the Hall of Heaven's Punishment, brought him up in front of him:

"You are a genius."