Chapter 675: Demon-Subduing Plot

In the world of Taoism, Li Ximing hates Northern Buddhism the most.

The story of his ancestors Li Xuanling and Li Tongya has been repeated hundreds of times by his grandfather Li Xuanxuan, and he still feels suffocated. Li Xuanfeng was also besieged and killed by Buddhists, and even Li Xijun almost died in the hands of Buddhists...

It was the same during the dispute between the North and the South, when he practiced for a while, and then Buddhists came to him in a hurry:

"My family almost died that time, what should we do now!"

Kong Heng's appearance of being unable to move under the white light of this old monk is so similar to the scene on that day!

"Wei and Li were the prosperous times of Mingyang, but they were overthrown by the northern Buddhist barbarians, which involved the golden elixir and the Buddha. From then on, their fates were linked and became natural. Where Mingyang flourished, there would be masters following..."

Li Ximing certainly knew the reason for all this, but he still couldn't stop his inner anger. He heard the monk's aggressiveness from a distance, and knew that the words of Buddhist practitioners were often magical. He heard it in one ear and out the other, and raised the "Huangyuan Pass" to smash it.

Fu Xia was caught off guard and ate Mingguang, but his face turned black, and he raised one hand to support the majestic Mingguan. The hot white bricks burned his copper hand red and shiny. The old monk saw it at a glance and said coldly:

"It is indeed the way of Mingyang to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and to distinguish between the principles and the rules!"

After he said this, Kong Heng also had time to spare. The six-armed Vajra behind him opened his eyes wide, and many golden chains locked Fu Xia at the same time. Until this moment, he had the strength to breathe.

He took a deep breath, and then Li Ximing's head fell down, as if he hit a cold and hard stone. His chest felt stuffy, and he felt nauseous and almost vomited blood.

"What a bald donkey!"

Fu Xia didn't seem to care. He had already supported himself with both hands. He punched the immortal base and shook it. He narrowed his eyes and recognized it for a moment, and said to himself:

"This is Li Ximing!"

Kong Heng finally had a chance to speak, and used his magic power to condense the broken chains back. He was just hit by the white light, and his voice was slightly hoarse, but he always maintained a calm and restrained attitude. He whispered:

"Old senior! You said that suffering makes you a Buddha, and the temple tenants work all year round. Do you really become a Buddha? Buddha! Which Buddha did he achieve enlightenment? One, he had no predestined relationship with the Dharma, and two, he had no destiny and wisdom. He only achieved enlightenment through suffering and chanting. Tens of thousands of people died of hunger and thinness... But I have never seen any more people in the scriptures who suffered and were compassionate and chanted the name of Maha! "

"The land of Yan and Zhao, the land of Buddhism in the present world, is it not a big lie!"

Although his voice was light, it was also blessed with deafening magic power. Fu Xia showed an unbelievable expression on his face. He was shocked by his words and did not move.

Li Ximing saw the opportunity, and the sky light appeared in his eyes. The white bricks of the Mingguan were piled up, the battlements were exquisite, and the 72 ridges on the corner tower were bright, like the gate of heaven. The white door foot had many patterns and the light was dazzling.

Fu Xia was very confident, supporting the "Huangyuan Pass" with only one hand, but this pass has always been famous for its polishing and suppression. Li Ximing's skills are not only advanced, but he has also practiced two secret methods. Now he is trying his best to push it, and it seems that a sun has risen over Wangyue Lake.

"Boom!"

In a loud bang, Fu Xia supported the pass with both hands, drowning in the abundant skylight. The bright light reflected from his body penetrated into the lake, evaporating the lake water and raising countless white mist.

"Clang..."

The golden lock on Kong Heng's body flew out and densely demanded the monk. The six-armed Vajra behind him tightened the chain, and a spark exploded in the white light. The monks on the lake turned around and fell, looking for formations to save their lives.

The old monk's voice was heard, like thunder flying out from the pass, with shock and anger, almost roaring:

"You... actually doubted my fundamental teachings! You actually doubted my fundamental teachings!"

The monk at the pass had turned into a bright golden statue, with unusually large eyes, white parts like jade, pupils like copper, which made people feel terrified. His body grew bigger and bigger, gritting his teeth and exerting force with both arms.

"Boom!"

Li Ximing felt that his magic power was weakening like a whale swallowing, and Huangyuan Pass was also shaking. He had practiced for so many years, and rarely considered the problem of magic power in several battles. He had always consumed more than he could replenish. He was ruthless and took two pills, muttering:

"Come on!"

Although Kong Heng talked with him, his magic was not polite at all. While he was pressed by the pass, he overlapped the golden ropes and went around him. More golden ropes appeared out of thin air and tied him.

Fu Xia didn't care at all, staring at Kong Heng blankly, gritting his teeth and saying:

"What did your master teach you! These people can't practice, and they practice hard all their lives. Of course, they went to the land of Buddha on Maha's body... Just enjoy the bliss!"

Kong Heng showed an extremely complicated expression, and for a moment he couldn't respond to him. Li Ximing felt aggrieved and cursed:

"This bliss is so good! Why don't you go and enjoy it! Still stay in this world! The temple is so good, why do you still come to practice?"

Fu Xia sneered, the bright light was so bright that his face could no longer be seen, only He shouted loudly:

"How do you know that I wasn't a temple tenant when I was young?! My ancestors were all temple tenants and entered the land of Buddhism early. At that time, the [Four Wrathful Demon Emperors] had not yet been destroyed... I went to see my ancestors... Now they have all been killed by you evil demons!"

"As for why we don't go to paradise... evil demons and heretics, how can you know our ambitions? If we practitioners are found to have wisdom, it means that the Buddha has ordered us not to go to the land of Buddhism to enjoy happiness like ordinary people, but to practice and stay in this mortal world to suffer, just to prevent you evil demons and heretics from invading the land of Buddhism!"

Li Ximing was stunned, unable to tell whether he was lying or not. He turned to look at Kong Heng, only to find that the monk had his eyes closed tightly and his mouth was humming. He was only concentrating on chanting sutras and casting spells, and he no longer responded to him!

‘This…an ancient Buddhist cultivator from a well-known and upright family can’t argue with him! Kong Heng often judges other people’s hearts by his own, but he is still too honest...'

Li Ximing didn't know that Kong Heng showed no reaction on the surface and was already panicking in his heart. He was still in the middle of a fight. If not, he would have been sweating profusely.

The Kongheng Taoist lineage is extraordinary. Although the Liaohe Temple on the northern Shizun Taoist path is in a poor state, it is the place where the Buddha practices cultivation, and its status in the desert is not low. When his master was there, not to mention Lianmin... he had a history with Maha.

Kong Heng himself had entered the Pure Land, where there was a pool of brilliance, with glass steps, lotus flowers on the car cover, thousands of birds and beasts, and millions of people enjoying themselves. When called upon, he could go out for a walk... He was young at the time and was extremely shocked. Deeply, even secretly doubting his own orthodoxy.

'I have had other minds since I was a child, and I can detect the emotions of others. Those people are all full of joy... Fu Xia is also devoted to piety... This...'

After the collapse of the Liaohe Temple, Kong Heng went all the way south and saw the hundreds of tragic scenes in the land of Yan and Zhao. Only then did he feel the master's explanation of the Dharma. However, Fu Xi's words undoubtedly stirred up the uneasiness in his heart, and he was depressed. Chest, indescribable.

'They are just acting too decisively and too domineeringly... If the seven laws were as restrained as the Damu Dharma Realm and the Path of Discipline...'

Damu Dharma Realm and the Path of Discipline do not cultivate the bliss in the belly, but adopt the method of passing through the light of Dharma. They often recite sutras and sermons, and only when the people's merits are complete and their hearts are filled with yearning, they are willing to accept people one by one, so it is called the Right Path. .

The other five ways often ignored the people and took them all into their stomachs. It seemed extremely cruel. Only then did Kong Heng have some doubts. If not, he would have been shaken long ago...

"Kong Heng!"

Li Ximing shouted, suddenly bringing the narrow-eyed monk back to reality. The golden lock in his hand had long since collapsed, and the "Huangyuan Pass" was also shaky.

Kong Heng was depressed, but Li Ximing had more on his mind.

Li Ximing is very clear about his current strength. It is hard to say in terms of fighting, but the grinding and suppression under Mingguan is not a joke. If he mobilizes such a town with all his strength, the three direct sects will have to drink a pot.

Even if Li Qinghong fights against him, the best way is not to fall under his level, not to mention that there is Kong Heng beside him? This monk’s explanation is never a simple method!

"The two of us can join forces, but being upright and suppressed like this, and being entangled with countless golden ropes of interpretation, which foundation builder can bear it?"

The pass in his hand had been pushed to the limit, but the old bald donkey did not move at all. Although his body was hot and red from the bright light, he held the pass and let it burn, as if he was practicing hard.

Li Ximing's mana surged, and his voice flew into Kong Heng's ears:

"Mage...this bald donkey is so powerful...you might be able to tell something!"

Kong Heng murmured and used a secret method to transmit the message:

"I'm afraid it's because the compassionate and wrathful Maha died earlier. This thing no longer has any magical power to draw on, and only this Dharmakaya of compassion is left..."

"Have mercy on the Dharmakaya!"

Li Ximing had thought about this possibility, but now that the real news came, he was still shocked.

Lianmin Dharma Body is not a foundation-building level thing no matter what. Even though all its magical powers are lost, how can it be suppressed by ordinary methods? I'm afraid this person is still thinking about his own cultivation, otherwise he would have overthrown Mingguan and come over with a stick to beat him!

The two of them paused for a moment. The fuxiang had already exhaled its breath, turning into a spurt of golden light, and said in a low voice:

"Kong Heng! Wake up! No one can match your wisdom, so why bother making mistakes! I am indifferent because of your suppression. I just want to persuade you a few more words!"

He was covered in golden light soaring into the sky, and the golden ropes on his body had wrapped him into a ball of gold. However, the old monk was not afraid at all. He pinched his fingers into the shape of a lotus, sprayed out a piece of pink from his mouth, and shouted:

"Walk!"

The dark yellow cassock on his body suddenly came to life, like rice paper blown by the strong wind. After two turns, the monk disappeared from the pass. The golden light rioted, making the eyes of both of them lose their color.

"It's over!"

Kong Heng also practiced interpretation, and it was much easier to deal with this spell. He recovered as soon as his eyes lit up. The six-armed Vajra behind him stepped forward and temporarily restrained the long stick that was swept in mid-air. The two collided with each other and screamed. He coughed up some blood.

Kong Heng glanced around and saw a tiger with dark patterns pressed under the city gate with bright white patterns.

This tiger has a strong and vigorous body, its fur is dark yellow, its pattern is as black as ink, its eyebrows are white, its two pupils are the same copper color as the box, and there are short black horns between its eyebrows, emitting bursts of mysterious light.

"Daijiaohu..."

Kong Heng's face turned pale, his voice was a little helpless and bitter, and he said quietly:

"Senior is also a protector in Beifu Demon Temple...Now that the Taoist tradition is in danger, why should we come here thousands of miles to guard the gate and educate the people...If something happens, what should Abbot Fuyan do!"

The two of them lost their eyesight and spiritual awareness for a moment. The long stick in Fu Xia's hand had already reached mid-air. If the stick fell, he would die or be disabled. However, they were persuaded by Kong Heng's words and said in a deep voice:

"As expected, you have a lot of entanglements with me at Beifu Demon Temple..."

Li Ximing just regained his composure and saw that the Fu Xia was standing by with his upper body naked. Although the tiger under the pass did not struggle, the mysterious light on its horn had already made Li Ximing feel bitter in his mouth.

"Damn..."

A box is difficult enough to deal with, but now that he has escaped from it and is standing not far away with a stick, watching eagerly, how can Li Ximing and Kong Heng continue to suppress this tiger? The gleaming Mingguan flew up and fell back into his hand.

As soon as Mingguan was released, the horned tiger immediately jumped up and landed under Fuxia's crotch. The old monk was riding the tiger, with a golden coat and copper eyes. He held the long stick quietly and stared at Kongheng.

The whole lake was silent, ready to explode. Li Ximing squinted at Fuxia, feeling a little weird.

Kongheng was an honest monk, young and with too many precepts to follow. He would not think of any conspiracy. But Li Ximing had seen many conspiracies and had received a lot of education when he was a child, so he was suspicious.

"He bullies Kong Heng because he is honest and often uses words to persuade him... He must have some ulterior motive."

"According to what Kong Heng said, the orthodoxy of Beifumo Temple is in danger, why bother coming here? I don't believe that he is still in the mood to hang out outside after Maha died... He must have a reason to come to my house."

The young man stared at Fu Xia vigilantly, and the old monk just stared at Kong Heng, saying calmly:

"Kong Heng, since you know the abbot of my temple and know that my orthodoxy is upright, I don't want to start a killing spree, so I will let you do it."

Kong Heng finally opened his eyes and whispered:

"I know the Taoism of the senior..."

Fu Xia nodded, rode on the tiger, and said quietly:

"You leave this place, join my orthodoxy, and follow me back to the temple."

'So it's for this matter? ’

Li Ximing looked at him with his eyebrows down, carefully observing his demeanor, and recalled for a while, realizing that something was wrong. Kong Heng had already shown a look of hesitation, but Li Ximing used his magic power to transmit his voice:

"Kong Heng, this bald donkey talks too much, I suspect there is something wrong with this old guy."

Kong Heng didn't think there was anything wrong, and while thinking about appeasing the other party in silence, he transmitted his voice:

"He wants to persuade me to convert his Taoist sect, and it really takes a lot of words to convince me... If I don't agree to him, I'm afraid I will hurt people..."

'No... The angry Taoist sect is now like a rat crossing the street... How could it be so arrogant... His previous and subsequent moves were very suspicious. Did he take all our magic spells just to suffer? ’

Li Ximing only felt that this hidden box was very suspicious, and his mind was hazy and unclear, and he hated it secretly:

'If only Xijun was here! How could this old guy play in front of him! He saw through it in two glances! ’

Li Xijun was already dead, and Li Ximing had no way out. The young man looked at the monk coldly, his magic power flowing, and he transmitted his voice with a secret method:

“Since this bald donkey said so, he actually came for you on the surface, and he will definitely not hurt you. You and I only fought him for two moves, how can we surrender? It’s not too late for you and me to try again!”