Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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While Xu Junming was killing Tuoshan King Qin Mo and Shenying Master, a young man with white hair on his temples and a cold temperament walked step by step into Wulong Lake deep in Woniu Mountain in Longchuan Province.

Wulong Lake is not too big, only two to three hundred acres of water, with vast blue waves, and the clear water reflects the sky. Unknown waterbirds swooped down, picked up fat lake fish, and flew up with their wings.

This leisurely scenery is definitely the first choice for literati and poets to go on an outing.

However, Wulong Lake is located deep in the mountains, isolated by vast jungles and countless beasts, and still looks wild and primitive.

But this is also what makes it attractive.

The man carrying the sword case looked at the lake in front of him like a mirror. After staring for a moment, he took a step forward. The body crossed a thousand feet and arrived at the island in the middle of the lake.

This island is not big, only one or two acres.

A tall banyan tree grows in the center of the island, and its broad crown covers the island and part of the lake.

Knee-high wild grass grows under the banyan tree, occasionally mixed with a few unknown wild flowers. The faint fragrance attracts many butterflies and bees.

A stone road about three feet wide started from the lakeside, passed through the grass, and extended to the door of a thatched house under a banyan tree.

The thatched house has a single courtyard and looks very simple.

The young man carrying the sword box walked along the stone road to the courtyard gate and stopped.

With a "squeak" sound, the firewood door of the thatched house opened, and an old monk with a thin body, nine ring scars on his head, and white eyebrows hanging down from the corners of his eyes stepped out.

The old monk was dressed in a blue-gray robe and walked barefoot. His left sleeve fluttered, showing that he had no left arm.

"Amitabha, I have seen Master Chongshan."

Xu Junming was not surprised that he could recognize himself. After all, it was not a secret that Guan Hongxue was killed by him and later trained into a puppet by him.

"I didn't expect that the famous One-Armed Heavenly King Zhikong would actually be an eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings."

The Nine Heavenly Kings of the Black Heart Demon Cult.

Qin Mo, the King of Tuoshan, was first, Guan Hongxue, the King of Divine Sword, was second, and third was the one-armed King Zhikong in front of him.

It is rumored that this person was once an inner disciple of Wuding Temple of the Longchuan sect. Two hundred years ago, Wuding Temple was implicated in the rebellion of King Longchuan, and his faction was executed by the Xuanjing Division.

Zhikong escaped because he was walking down the mountain and was not in the temple.

However, the school that raised him and taught him Buddhism was burned to the ground by the Xuanjing Division.

His burning desire for revenge turned him from a Buddha to a demon, and his strength greatly increased. Later, he joined the Black Heart Demon Cult and grew to become the third greatest king in the Black Heart Demon Cult after Qin Mo and Guan Hongxue.

However, this person has not appeared in the practice world for more than a month.

The Black Heart Demon Cult has been making frequent moves in the past ten years, killing without calculation, but they have never seen him take action.

But not taking action does not mean that this person is not strong.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Xu Junming still sent Guan Hongxue here with the Four Elephant Sword Array on his back.

"Amitabha, Zhikong is just a sinful monk. The real person has been over praised."

His divine light was clear, his eyes were pure, and there was no evil intention in his body.

Xu Junming's heart moved. Although he was only controlling the puppet body of Guan Hongxue, he could still use the magic of the bronze mirror.

Under the all-piercing mirror light, in front of Monk Zhikong, in the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows, there is a round relic, golden, and the Buddha's light is clear.

Just by looking at it, I felt as if I could feel bursts of Buddhist chants and a faint sense of compassion.

In addition, this relic is golden, but glows with purple light.

In the spiritual light, a one-armed old monk wearing cassocks was sitting with scabs on his face, with a peaceful expression.

Looking at the top of Monk Zhikong's head, the black aura of resentment is extremely strong, and at the same time, there is a faint light of merit that is constant and immortal.

"Have you transformed from a demon into a Buddha? And you have also survived the Heavenly Tribulation of the Soul?"

Monk Zhikong looked at him in surprise.

Whisper the Buddha's name.

"Sure enough, the real man has profound magic power, and the poor monk respects him!"

Looking at the one-armed old monk in front of him, Xu Junming couldn't help but admire him.

Not everyone has the perseverance to transcend demonic ways and achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha.

It is said that the Buddha and the devil are in a moment, but this moment is difficult.

For a moment, he looked at the one-armed old monk with a touch of respect.

"Since Zen Master Zhikong has transcended the demonic path, why should he commit himself to the Black Heart Demonic Cult?"

"Amitabha, it's not that the old monk doesn't want to, it's that he can't."

"Why?"

"After he committed himself to the demon sect, the old monk's soul was planted with the 'Netherworld Demon Seed' by the Black Mountain Demon Lord. Unless the old monk's soul is destroyed, he cannot transcend."

"Netherworld demon species?!"

Zen Master Zhikong nodded.

"This demonic species is intangible and has extremely pure texture. Even if the old monk has achieved enlightenment, he still cannot touch it."

Xu Junming activated the bronze mirror, and the light penetrated the relics. Sure enough, there was a group of twelve etched inscriptions among them.

Although the essence that makes up these eclipses is not much, it is extremely pure and has even surpassed the Taishi level.

"How does the old Black Mountain demon have such pure demonic energy?"

"Amitabha, the Black Mountain Demon Lord has a demon flag in his hand. Although this flag is seriously damaged, it has a powerful aura. It is definitely not an ordinary fairy weapon, but a higher treasure. I don't know exactly what it is. The Black Mountain Demon Lord uses this flag as a banner. Once the condensed demon seed is planted, it will be controlled by it for life."

Xu Junming frowned.

"I have seen the Black Flag of the Black Mountain Demon several times. Although it is powerful, it is not as tyrannical as the Zen Master said."

"Haha, I don't know something. The real body of the Black Mountain Demon Lord is trapped in the Black Mountain Demon Realm. The demon flag never leaves his body. Even if he wants to use it, it is a clone of this flag, not the original body."

"I see!"

After thinking for a moment, Xu Junming stared at the old monk.

"Since the Zen master has transcended the demonic path, I don't want to embarrass him again. But since the Zen master cannot escape the control of the demon and cannot be free, it is inevitable that the Zen master will do endless evil in the future under the control of the old black mountain demon."

"I can't tell you today, Xu is going to send the Zen master to death!"

Monk Zhikong lowered his eyebrows and put his palms together.

"Amitabha!"

"In his early years, due to a mistake in his thoughts, I entered the devil's path and killed countless people. Although I have woken up now, it is too late to regret it."

He sighed heavily.

Monk Zhikong slowly raised his head, his originally gentle eyes gradually became sharp.

"I have never made a move since I attained enlightenment thirty years ago. Today I will learn how to eliminate demons from the real person. If you can defeat me, this stinky skin bag will be taken away by the real person."

"If the real person is defeated, I won't be embarrassed."

"Under this situation, I wonder what the real person thinks?"

Xu Junming smiled lightly.

"I also want to learn from the Zen Master's Dharma, so I'll just say this."

"Amitabha."

Monk Zhikong clasped his hands together, took a step, and his body instantly rose a hundred feet. In an instant, he left Wulong Lake and reached an altitude of thousands of feet.

Obviously he didn't want to destroy the lives of Wulong Lake because of the two of them.

Xu Junming controlled the puppet body, raised his sword light, went straight up a thousand feet, and confronted Monk Zhikong in the air.

The strong wind roared, the old monk's robes rustled, and the white eyebrows of the monk Zhikong were flying, showing a fierce momentum.

"After the old monk suddenly attained enlightenment, he understood the three forms of Buddhism! With these three moves, he learned the wonders of real swordsmanship."

"Zen Master, just let him go and do whatever he can. Xu Junming will learn the Zen Master's profound Dharma today."

Monk Zhikong took a deep breath, and the powerful Buddha power rose into the sky.

Behind him, the illusion of a hundred-foot-long Arhat was condensed, with two heads and four arms, each holding a lotus, a precious pestle, a pure vase and a gun.

"Master Xu, get ready, the old monk is coming."

Xu Junming nodded, activating the mana in the puppet's body, and the sound of "choking" swords rose to the sky from the sword box behind him.

"please!"

Monk Zhikong changed his gestures and drank.

"Zhi Fist Seal!"

The arhat's illusion glowed brightly, and he waved his four arms together. A giant fist with a size of several hundred feet was solidified with golden light, and fell down like a meteorite with an astonishing momentum.

Xu Junming's long hair was flying, his expression was calm, and his right hand pointed at the sword.

"Demon Slayer Sword!"

The astonishing black sword light soared into the sky, and the powerful sword energy rolled forward.

"laugh…!"

Like a sharp blade breaking stones, the sharp sword energy cut the giant golden fist in half.

The broken giant fist flew forward several hundred feet and then shattered.

The broken Buddha light shines in the sky, and it is golden for thousands of miles.

Xu Junming's sword finger retreated, the energy of the rolling demon-slaying sword dissipated instantly, and a black flying sword sank into the sword box behind his back.

"Amitabha, the donor's swordsmanship is really unrivaled. Take another move from me."

"Inner Lion Seal!"

Behind the old monk Zhikong, the Arhat's huge mouth opened. In an instant, the mighty sound waves pushed away the clouds, like a vast sky, and rolled directly towards Xu Junming's puppet body.

"What a powerful sound!"

Xu Junming himself activated the Heavenly Wolf Transformation and used the 'Sirius Roaring Moon', which was similar to this.

"The Infinite Immortal Sword!"

The two sword lights, one black and one red, were like two dragons coming out of the sea. The mighty sword energy entangled each other and turned into a huge drill.

Under the billowing sword energy, whether it was sound waves, spiritual energy, or anything else, they were all crushed to pieces.

The purpose of kendo is to 'break all laws with one sword'. Regardless of your various methods, I will kill them all with one sword.

Guan Hongxue was originally a sword cultivator. After being killed by Xu Junming and trained into his own puppet, he was especially suitable for the use of swordsmanship.

Therefore, except for Xu Junming himself, the Four Elephant Sword Formation is mainly kept here for practice and carrying by Guan Hongxue.

Now it is naturally easy to use it against the enemy.

"The real person has good tricks, let me take the last move!"

"The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Seal!"

The old monk Zhikong wears hunting robes, his hair is growing wildly, and his old face is compassionate and majestic.

"Ouch...!"

With the roar, the Buddha statue behind the old monk suddenly turned into a golden dragon thousands of feet tall, roaring and crashing towards Xu Junming.

Looking at the Buddha's Light Dragon, which had a powerful aura and was as substantial as a substance, Xu Junming's face showed a solemn look for the first time.

Over the past eleven years, his sword formation has improved.

Otherwise, this move is really difficult to take.

"Three Talents Killing Immortal Sword!"

‘Choke…’, three sword sounds sounded.

One black, one red, one purple, three sword lights converged, and the solid lightsabers were like huge meteor showers, overwhelmingly hitting the Buddha's Light Dragon.

"Ouch!"

The giant dragon roared angrily, but still could not escape from the sword array.

Countless lightsabers flew down, and each lightsaber would lift a part of the dragon. In the blink of an eye, the giant dragon became smaller and smaller, and Niemi was under the light of the Sancai Immortal Sword.

Xu Junming swept his sleeves, and the three flying swords fell back into the sword box.

The sky became calm again.

"Amitabha."

Monk Zhikong clasped his palms together, and the magic power of the Buddha's light also converged.

"The real person has superb swordsmanship and strong strength. I admire him."

"You didn't use the spirit treasure, otherwise I wouldn't be able to defeat you so easily!"

Monk Zhikong shook his head.

"All the treasures were refined during the period of madness. They were tainted with killing and polluted the Three Treasures. They have been destroyed by me long ago."

Although Xu Junming felt a little pity, he couldn't control other people's affairs.

but now…!

"Please follow the preface, Zen Master!"

"Amitabha!"

Monk Zhikong sat down cross-legged, with his eyes lowered and his expression peaceful.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the Deep Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and he survived all the hardships...!"

Accompanied by the words of the 'Heart Sutra', two jade tendons hang down from the nostrils of the monk Zhikong.

At the same time, a figure filled with Buddha's light walked out of the body.

"Everyone in the world knows that the real person is slaying demons and slaying demons, and his kind deeds are kind and kind. This skin of the old monk is given to the real person. If the real person can use it to kill a few more demons and benefit more people, it will be regarded as a meritorious deed of the poor monk."

"Xu remembers the Zen Master's words."

Monk Zhikong put his palms together, bowed to Xu Junming, and then turned into a golden Buddha light and disappeared into the ground.

Sighing slightly, he took a step forward and walked to the body of Monk Zhikong.

"It's such a pity, otherwise you might have achieved Arhat's merits."

It is no longer difficult to be able to transcend the demons and survive the most difficult tribulation of the demon heart among the immortal tribulations.

With a wave of his hand, he put away the body of Monk Zhikong.

This trip to Wulong Lake in Futu Mountain was over. Xu Junming thought of all the consequences, but he didn't expect it to be like this in the end.