Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 10
In this sentence, Jiang Xiaoliu deliberately attached mana, his mouth was like thunder, and his voice was rolling.

Qiu Dengping, who was hiding in the dark, was not at peace now, and secretly cursed that his sister would really make trouble.

This little Taoist priest is only about twenty years old, so young, he skipped the stage of body training that most monks have to work hard for half a lifetime to complete, and cultivated mana. If you say that he has no background, no one will believe it.

He, Qiu Dengping, is stronger than this little Taoist priest in terms of mana alone, but the key point is that he is an old guy with loess buried below his eyebrows, and there is no hope of building a foundation in this life. Is it worth it to offend such a little Taoist priest for a few dollars?

At this point in the matter, did he let his apprentice go?

Or carry it to the end?

But after thinking about it, the boss saw Wang Lin's shocked expression and his usual ruthless style. He knew that this road was bound to die, and he would go all the way to the dark.

Jiang Xiaoliu waited for a long time, but no one answered, and his anger grew even stronger.

Originally, he was worried about Wang Lin's safety, so he planned to be courteous before fighting, but he didn't expect that the evil cultivator in the dark would ignore him at all, so he could only tear his face, and directly used the technique of penetrating darkness to see through the emptiness, and called the ghost messenger to help.

Jiang Xiaoliu stopped talking nonsense, and the two-handed technique continued to change rapidly one after another, and the temperament of the whole person became erratic, faintly visible, as if he would disappear and disappear at any time.

At the same time, a series of stern winds roared, and a layer of gray-black mist formed on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were as strong as Captain Liu and the others, but they couldn't help shrinking their necks in surprise from the sudden chill. Looking around, his hands subconsciously touched his waist.

"Umaki unicorn, Umpo Lin, all the Buddhas appear in their bodies!"

"Shen Luo God, God Hu Luo, recite the Buddha a thousand times and leave the ghost!"

"The body leaves the bed, the sickness leaves the body, and all disasters turn into dust..."

The Buddha's sound is so loud, like the morning bell and the evening drum, it is deafening.

At this moment, one after another Buddhist chants came from far and near, and the soft golden light radiated from a middle-aged monk with a solemn treasure, which looked like the Buddha came to the world, making everyone come from the cold winter instantly In the warm spring, I feel comfortable physically and mentally, and my heart is full of peace. I can't help but want to kneel down and pray, and my appearance is far better than that of Jiang Xiaoliu.

Looking at this great monk with special effects, Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head and was speechless, so he had to withdraw the spell in his hand.

Back then, when I took over jobs from my master and practiced things everywhere, I often had conflicts with these monks.

And Master's philosophy is, if you invite me, I will come, if you believe me, I will open the altar, if you question me and choose Buddhism, I will turn around and leave, without arguing, without fighting, peaceful and serene, detached, and will not follow at all The monk who grabs the business cares about it.

But how could Jiang Xiaoliu, who was young and energetic at that time, bear this tone and asked Master angrily.

The master said calmly: "The highest kindness is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting. It is better than the Tao because it deals with the evils of everyone."

"Xiao Jinnei, Taoism does not fight, it is not weakness, not fear, you should be like the flowing water, you should be as round as you want, humble and humble, and benefit all things."

"Being a teacher does not fight or grab, I want you to understand that fame and fortune, people and me are right and wrong, and my Taoism is like floating clouds. You must be freed from the snare of fame and fortune, and turn to legitimate material and spiritual pursuits. This is an "indisputable dispute".

With his hands behind his back, the master bent his body, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and said leisurely: "If you don't argue about these things that are not beneficial to your body and mind, you will naturally be able to show your ambition indifferently, be peaceful and far-reaching, always clear and quiet, and be happy."

After finishing speaking, Master patted Jiang Xiaoliu's head lovingly, turned and left, leaving behind a view of Jiang Xiaoliu's unforgettable back.

To this day, Jiang Xiaoliu often thinks back to his master's words, but after all, he is young, has not been deeply involved in the world, and does not have the detached state of mind of his master. To run over to fight for it, Master is too soft-hearted and easy to talk.

Today, his newly recruited apprentice was kidnapped, and his life and death were unknown. He was already very anxious, but these monks came to make trouble again, Jiang Xiaoliu couldn't help but clenched his fists.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang, look at you, you agreed to let me go to the White Horse Temple to invite eminent monks, why did you find a little Taoist priest and come here by yourself?"

A wealthy middle-aged man came from a distance with a group of capable bodyguards, surrounded by monks.

Wang Changxing peeked from behind Captain Liu, hurried out and smiled apologetically at Jiang Xiaoliu, explaining: "This is my good brother and the partner of this real estate, Lu Daquan."

"When we didn't meet a real person before, Master Hongfa asked us to go to the White Horse Temple to invite someone. I'm really sorry. Something happened to my child. I was anxious for a while, so I forgot about it!"

"But it's okay, I'll tell him, let the master go back, it's enough to have real people here, hehe!"

Jiang Xiaoliu waved his hand: "It's okay, people are here, let them try first, I'll watch from the sidelines, I'll make a move when it's critical, don't worry, Wang Lin will definitely be fine."

Wang Changxing felt sorry and said a few more polite words before welcoming him over.

"Old Lu, why did you come here without telling me, you are about to do something here!"

Lao Lu Chongjiang Xiaoliu nuzzled his mouth and said softly: "I said, Lao Wang, what are you doing, this is the Master Zhenjue of the White Horse Temple, and he was invited here with great difficulty. I am embarrassed if you make such a move again."

Unexpectedly, Zhen felt that his ears were very good. He smiled lightly, withdrew the special effect, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Buddhism and Taoism are not separated, but since the poor monk is here, you can't ignore it. Donors, please stand back and treat the poor." The monk subdues demons and eliminates demons."

Zhenjue walked slowly to the front of the altar and glanced at it. He couldn't help but sneered, and said disdainfully, "Showing off the crowd, little Taoist priest, put more time into your practice, and don't play with such petty thoughts."

"Grandmaster, each depends on his own abilities. Don't use harsh words to slander your image as a master!"

If it wasn't for recalling Master's teaching just now, Jiang Xiaoliu would have almost brought out his sword and slashed at him.

"Little Taoist priest, the Dharma is immeasurable, watch carefully!"

Zhenjue took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and recited the scriptures. The huge Buddha's voice echoed again on the construction site, and the cold ghost aura and the strange black mist gradually receded.

In the distance, Qiu Dengping, who was hiding in an unfinished building, suddenly looked sullen, and cursed in a low voice: "I look down on anyone, a dead bald donkey who hasn't cultivated a mana yet dares to join in the fun, who gave you the courage? "

"The altar rises!"

Holding the mahogany sword in his hand, Qiu Dengping made a tactic and pointed at the altar. The seven ancient bronze lamps in front of him suddenly ignited green ghostly fires, which looked extremely strange.

"Shangqing Jiuyou, Xuanming without a trace, ghosts in all directions, move quickly, as fast as a law!"

In the middle of the construction site, the black mist that was about to recede strangely gathered together and turned into a whirlpool, from which shrill ghostly roars came one after another.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, a female ghost in red clothes and black hair floated up from the vortex.

Half of the ghost's face disappeared, and the two eye sockets were empty. Black maggots crawled in and out, grinning, and the bloody mouth covered half of the face, which made people feel terrified, like falling into an ice cave.

"Ghost?"

Zhenjue exclaimed, this ghost's evil spirit is overwhelming, its resentment is astonishing, and the ghost in red clothes must be a ghost in the world.

Ghosts are divided into wandering souls, wraiths, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, ghost kings and so on.

After hearing Lu Daquan's description, Zhenjue immediately judged that it was nothing more than the harassment of resentful spirits. It was because there was a strong resentment before death, so he harassed ordinary people, but it could not be a disaster. Weakness.

So he begged his master to give him a few Buddhist artifacts, and won this errand, so as to gain some fame, and it would be best to be able to give some meritorious deeds to the White Horse Temple.

This is the end of the game, the opening is hell difficulty, the ghost appears, let alone him, even if the master comes, it will take a lot of trouble.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, Great Monk, Great Monk, Great Monk again, take my life."

The female ghost didn't know what resentment she had towards the great monk, and suddenly her ghostly aura surged, her sharp roar cut through the sky, and she rushed towards Zhenjue with endless killing intent and resentment.

Lu Daquan had never seen such a scene in his life, he was so frightened that his legs and feet went limp, and he fell on Wang Changxing's body.

Wang Changxing had seen it twice at least, and he was prepared in his heart. Although his legs were still trembling, he managed to remain calm, much stronger than old Lu.

Captain Liu and the other team members were also completely dumbfounded.

My Great China is really rich and rich. There are wars raging abroad, and a dead person is as insignificant as an ant. This mountain of corpses has been gone, and I haven’t seen a ghost hair. Just return to the country and ask for an errand. Meet this thing.

"Team, captain, this, is this a ghost?"

"How do you fight, with a knife or a gun?"

"Mom, I'm afraid this thing needs a bomb."

The team members behind him could let him fight with his life, but it would be difficult for him to deal with ghosts. All the capable guys were pale and at a loss.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

Zhenjue hurriedly took out a wooden fish from his sleeve robe and began to tap it quickly. At the same time, he recited the "Diamond Sutra" in his mouth. Under the blessing of the wooden fish, the mantra was like thunder, deafening. Wang Changxing and others hurriedly covered their ears, The cat leaned back again and again.

The female ghost suddenly stopped in mid-air, holding her head tightly with both hands, screaming in pain, as if she had accidentally pulled her head off with too much force, and then threw it towards Zhenjue like a rubber ball.

Zhenjue's complexion changed drastically, and he could no longer care about chanting sutras. He threw the Buddhist beads in his hand and collided with the ghost's head. With a bang, the golden Buddha's light and black ghost's aura exploded at the touch, and a huge golden and black light mist shot into the sky. Then, the ghost head became fierce, and opened his bloody mouth, swallowing the Buddha's light in three mouthfuls.

Zhenjue was dumbfounded, such a ferocious evil spirit had never been heard before, and the Buddha's light manifested and dared to swallow it alive?Are you not afraid of indigestion?
　The routines that are used in novels must be present, but porridge writing is not good enough, and I don’t want to fall into the cliché, let alone intentionally

　　It lowers the IQ of the supporting characters, so discuss the matter as it stands, and try to describe it in line with reality.

　　In addition, which big guy voted for December, without leaving a name or leaving a message, the porridge is so excited, thank you,

　　Don't say anything, just add more!

　　Finally, I wish every reader can be like Master Lin Changxing:
　　"Be indifferent to clear ambition, quiet to go far, always clear and quiet, happy and happy!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)