Start with the gods

Chapter 286 The First Battle
Master Qishan was silent for a moment, frowned slightly, and said: "Senior said that the two of you came here at Haotian's order. Could Haotian still notice me, a small person?"

"You are not a small character at all. In a sense, you are even greater than the Buddha who founded Buddhism. In less than a year, you will soon turn the area around Mount Washan into a Buddhist country. The people here have almost completely forgotten about it. The existence of Haotian."

The drunkard looked Master Fan Qishan up and down and said seriously: "If you are allowed to continue, I'm afraid it won't be difficult to compete with the entire Haotian Dao Sect. It's no wonder that such a person will make her notice that you are so important to the world. The impact has already exceeded that of the Master."

"My predecessors have given me too much praise. Master is a true sage in the world and can be a teacher for all generations. Qishan does not dare to compare with him."

Master Qishan slightly cupped his fists in the direction of Chang'an City and saluted, and said in a deep voice, "Qishan came down this time only to promote Buddhism and save common people, and he didn't intend to embarrass anyone. The two seniors should just leave now."

The drunkard was startled, looked at Master Qishan and said with a smile: "What a loud tone. It seems that you, a junior Buddhist, are very confident in your own cultivation. You dare to say such words in front of the two of us."

The butcher next to him raised the meat knife in his right hand, the sharp blade was shining brightly under the sunlight, shining with a threatening cold light, and said in a cold tone: "Okay, don't talk so much nonsense, the place has been cleared, we still hurry up Complete the task she gave us."

It turned out that during the conversation between the three of them, Master Qishan winked at the accompanying monks, and they all fled away. Only he, the drunkard, the butcher, and the three people who were thrown here were left on the river beach. more than a dozen carriages.

Those monks who followed him had the highest level of cultivation and were only in the mid-stage of Zhiming, so they were not qualified to intervene in the next battle. It was the best choice to escape and save their lives, and the alcoholic and the butcher didn't care about it either. Come on, these people are no different from ants, and it's not worth fighting for it.

However, just when the two of them had a thought and were about to make a move, a sudden change occurred. A carriage pulled by sixteen horses slowly came from a distance, heading straight for the three of them. I was so tired that I was foaming, and I was about to lose my strength and die.

An old monk wearing a hat and holding a tin staff got off the carriage. When his right foot hit the ground, the carriage made of fine steel bounced half a foot away from the ground.

"I didn't expect you to step out of the Hanging Temple and get involved in the world of mortals."

The drunkard recognized the identity of the visitor. There was only one monk with such cultivation in the world, and he was naturally the first to give lectures in Xuankong Temple.

"He is a member of our Xuankong Temple, even if he made a mistake, it should be handled by our Xuankong Temple itself, without the intervention of outsiders."

The head lecturer walked very slowly. Every step, he had to support the ground with a tin stick for a short rest. Whenever the tin stick fell to the ground, the head of the stick would make a crisp and pleasant sound, and the two drunkards who were tens of feet away walked away. They will feel the violent impact, as if the tin rod fell directly on their hearts.

The drunkard raised his brows, looked at the incomparably bulky body of the head lecturer, and said, "Oh, so you came here this time to kill this junior?"

The leader of the lecturer slowly shook his head and said: "Although he has gone astray in Buddhism, he has made great merits for the people of the world. I am going to take him back to the temple and teach him to change his ways."

The alcoholic's face turned cold slightly, he stared at him and said in a cold voice: "Since the two of us have accepted her order, we must take the life of this junior today, you can't stop us."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the butcher, looked at each other, nodded slightly, as if he had made some agreement, and then the butcher came to the head lecturer with a meat knife in his hand, while the alcoholic's body suddenly disappeared into the In front of several people.

Seeing this, Master Qishan was terrified, and hastily folded his palms together to silently recite the Dharma, and an extremely compassionate aura immediately appeared on his body, glowing with a pale golden light, as if wearing a coat.

The next moment, the drunkard's figure suddenly flashed behind him, his left hand reached out from his sleeve and flicked his fingers, and a clear light pierced directly towards his heart.

This clear light that was waved casually contained an extremely profound realm, carrying boundless vitality of heaven and earth, like the sharpest weapon in the world, directly collided with the golden light permeating Master Qishan's body.

Weng Weng Weng...

The fierce friction of heaven and earth's vitality sounded in front of the river beach, and the clear light emitted by the drunkard seemed to stay a foot in front of Master Qishan, unable to move forward no matter what, until it finally disappeared completely without causing any harm.

The drunkard's figure flashed again, and he appeared more than ten feet away from Master Qishan, looked at him and said in a slightly concentrated voice: "I never thought that you have also reached the limitless realm."

He could see clearly just now that the clear light he emitted had actually been moving forward, but the space around Master Qishan had undergone tremendous changes, becoming infinitely large and infinitely far away.

So with the naked eye, Qing Guang seemed to stay there and not move. There is only one explanation for this situation, that is, Master Qishan has already cultivated to the magical state of Buddha Sect Wuliang above the five realms.

After understanding this, the alcoholic's face gradually became solemn, his deep pupils shrank slightly, and his body teleported to Master Qishan in an instant. Pulling out a sword, he stabbed at Master Qishan from various unimaginable angles.

This sword was his natal possession, and it had no arbitrariness. It just looked particularly sharp and strange. Those sharp sword intentions passed through the drunkard's own armpits, and some even passed between his legs.

Facing such a sword, anyone would want to avoid it, even instinctively, looking at the shadow of the sword approaching in his eyes, he would want to avoid it, but Master Qishan did not avoid it, not because he didn't want to avoid it, but because he knew in his heart I can't avoid it at all.

Seeing those fierce sword shadows were about to fall on the vital points around him, Master Qishan closed his eyes, and the pale golden light that appeared on his body suddenly disappeared, and his whole person completely turned into the appearance of an ordinary person.

Next, the drunkard's natal sword came smoothly and pierced his chest, his lower abdomen, and his mouth, nose, ears, and face. In an instant, the drunkard stabbed him dozens of times, all of which were capable of giving Where he brings mortal harm.

However, the face of the alcoholic who seemed to have succeeded did not have the slightest smile on his face, but was covered with endless solemnity, because the wound on Master Qishan's body did not flow out a trace of blood, and he recovered almost immediately when he pulled out the sword. The clothes were messed up a lot, and there were many slits caused by sword blades.

(End of this chapter)