Chapter 270: Shakyamuni Subduing Demon Formation

Listening to the angry old ghost's disdainful taunts, the disciples were furious, and many of them had their cheeks flushed with excitement. Some people have even started to circulate their true energy, staring at the three of them with eager eyes, waiting for the order to stop them and take action.

Neng Zhi, on the other hand, didn't feel anything at all. His face, which had some expression at first, became completely as dull as water after listening to it. At this time, his expression was like that of an eminent monk in trance.

Detached from the world, indifferent to things.

Not only that, he also happily went into the house and brought out a chair. Sitting down leisurely, he raised his head and asked the old ghost: "Amitabha, the poor monk only recognized Wusheng Old Mother and Wuji Old Mother. I wonder if you have five vices, four precepts and three deficiencies, or four demons?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Qi Laogui's eyes. He didn't expect that Keng Zhi had practiced Buddhism to such an advanced level, and could respond calmly even when being pointed at and scolded.

Amazing, really amazing!

Without much hesitation, he said frankly: "One of the four precepts is wealth, sex, and alcohol."

"Oh, it turns out it's you." The corners of Nengzhi's mouth turned up slightly, he crossed his legs and placed the prayer beads on his legs. People who are familiar with him will definitely guess when they see this gesture: Neng Zhi is about to argue with someone.

As expected, Neng Zhi laughed at first, then turned to contempt and contempt, and slowly said: "We are working as dogs for the court. But what's wrong? What's wrong with being dogs? With land and land, we can support the disciples in the temple, and we can feel at ease. In my opinion, practicing Buddhism is a good thing.”

Then he changed his style, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's you people who are shady rats. If you want to be a dog, the court won't let you!"

"You!" The angry old ghost's eyes widened. He was a person who showed off his anger, otherwise how could he use the energy in the Four Precepts as his title.

Seeing that he was angry, Neng Zhi added to the anger and said mockingly: "What a man with five evils, four warnings and three deficiencies. Without you twelve people, Lu Wenyu would not have been promoted from a Jinyiwei general to Jinyiwei in just three years." Commander, you guys are really lucky for Commander Lu. I can’t get promoted and make a fortune without you!”

"presumptuous!"

"You dare to insult me! You are seeking death!"

The two people on the roof spoke almost at the same time. The angry old ghost's sword eyebrows stood up, and he was furious. The old mother Wu Sheng was nowhere to be seen, her wrinkled face was tightly knitted together, and she was scolding harshly.

Neng stopped speaking unforgivingly and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, you've all scolded me. I'll tell you some facts. You can't be angry, right?"

He looked at Wu Sheng Old Mother, "Huh? Is this Wu Sheng Old Mother? Hahaha. Oh, the old monk often heard that the Thirteen Old Mothers of the Devil's Cult have reached the heavens. I don't know if it's true or not?"

Wu Sheng's old mother frowned. She knew that this was not a person who was about to die, and her words were good, but she wanted to talk and pursue him fiercely!

He simply turned his head to one side and remained silent.

But Neng stopped caring about her reaction, adjusted his sitting posture to make himself more relaxed, and started scolding her without saying a word.

"Thirteen old mothers, hey, thirteen old worms are real! Oh, I especially want to ask you: What does it feel like to be chased around the world by a eunuch, and eleven of thirteen people die?"

After hearing this, all the disciples covered their mouths to suppress laughter. Many disciples glanced at the three of them and then turned around to see if they could stop it. The contrast was so strong that many of them couldn't hold back their laughter.

On the other hand, Wu Sheng's old mother's face was already as dark as the bottom of a pot. The true energy on his body rose, and the pressure forced everyone. The angry old ghost also released his true energy, and the two streams of true energy exerted pressure. It was like there was a big mountain above the heads of the disciples.

Seeing this, Neng Zhi snorted coldly. His body was covered with dense Sanskrit inscriptions. He raised his fingers slightly, and the true energy enveloped the field. The shoulders of all the disciples suddenly felt light.

He stood up with a puff of sleeves and said mockingly: "What? You don't dare to go to the capital to cause trouble for Lu Wenyu and Eunuch Feng, but you can't wait to bully the juniors? Demon Cult? Haha, change your name to Coward Cult, cowardly coward!"

"If you dare to insult my demon sect, I will stop you from seeking death!" The three of them said in unison, and a fourth wave of tyrannical Qi arose. The three people's true energy points are all capable of stopping in the courtyard.

When we are at the end of our rope, the calmness and peace brought by practice, and the tolerance and tolerance in Buddhism are all forgotten by Neng Zhi. At this moment, he just wants to curse hard, and then see life and death under his hands. Even if he dies without a whole body, he still wants to bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh!

He threw the beads down casually and cursed loudly without mercy: "Devil Cult? Ha, cowardly Cult! The leader and two Supreme Elders actually fought to the death with Lu Song, who had just joined the Grand Master! Damn it! I have been sleeping with the saint for a few years, so why do you need to humiliate me? The court has already humiliated you!

The three of them gritted their teeth, looked at each other, and moved in unison. I don't plan to talk nonsense with Neng Zhi anymore, I just go and kill him.

Neng Zhi laughed loudly when he saw a few people disappearing, feeling a sense of heroism in his heart for no reason. He took off his monk's robe and shouted: "Where are the disciples of Lantuo Temple?"

"The disciple is here!"

There was a thunderous response. The Sanskrit words on Neng Zhi's body glowed with golden light, and the Buddha's light came out from the back of his head. He loudly announced the order: "Join the great formation of Sakyamuni to subdue demons. Follow me and slay evil spirits!"

"Amitabha!"

The disciples' steps were light, and the formation was already taking shape as their positions changed. In the middle of the Neng Zhi tool, the true energy in the disciples' bodies is released, connecting the Neng Zhi.

In the blink of an eye, densely packed Sanskrit characters appeared above the formation, condensing into a huge statue of Sakyamuni. It can stop the Sanskrit writing on the body from fading away, blend into the Dharma, and shout loudly: "Om!"

As Neng Zhi's voice fell, the Dharma image seemed to be spiritually connected. His eyelids gradually opened, and two golden lights shone. Under the shining golden light, the three people were invisible.

"You evil scoundrel! Put down your butcher knife, how can you survive? If you commit murder again, I will beat you into hell!"

The three people who were forced out of the air looked at each other, and without hesitation, they gathered their true energy and used their moves. The bell of Wuji Old Mother kept ringing, and the wooden stick in her hand stabbed the head of the Dharma Image; the cloak of Qi Old Ghost rolled up, and the black air in the sky turned into a skull, and rushed straight to the navel of the Dharma Image.

The true energy around Wusheng Old Mother turned red, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and the shadow of the fire-bathed divine bird vaguely appeared behind her. The divine bird screamed sharply and pressed a claw to the disciples below from the air.

The disciples of Kuchan Temple on the ground entered the formation one after another, and the true energy was input into the formation, and the Buddha's light of the Dharma Image was strong. The two sides were deadlocked, and the explosions caused by the collision of true energy continued to sound, and the majestic true energy consumed each other and turned into a strong wind.

The two sides fought one after another, and the moves were frequent. The Dharma image was repeatedly beaten to pieces, but with the help of the disciples of Kuchan Temple, it was repaired almost instantly.

The three members of the Demon Cult attacked one after another but failed to defeat them. Instead, they were counterattacked by the Buddha's light of the Dharma image, which made them look inferior and flustered. The three people's mouths were bleeding, and they were in a mess and retreated frequently.

In the forest outside the mountain temple, the archer sat leaning against the tree trunk, letting the strong wind mess up his untied hair. He hung the big bow casually on his waist, staring at the shining golden Buddha light, and murmured in a low voice with contempt: "With so many trash, it would be strange if the Demon Cult could not be destroyed!"

"Fortunately, the master had expected it..."