The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

No, it's impossible. How could cultivators have such a long lifespan? These cultivators, when they were immortals, had no way out.

"Amitabha, why don't you wait for the poor monk to get rid of the catastrophe first, and then talk about it, how about it?"

Zen Master Baihua said so, and the huge Buddha's palm was slapped towards Taoist Baihu.

At this time, the Guqin music started again.

It is "Guangling San".

The melody of the qin changed from a spring like a spring like snow to a murderous one.

In response to the song "Guangling San", on the road of heavenly bamboo hanging upside down in the air, all the black bamboos rise up from the sky, turning into rain of bamboos all over the sky, and a little bit of planets fall on the golden body of the Buddha.

Chapter 96: Bamboo Qin Turns into Rain and Falls

The bamboo rain falls colorfully, and the sky is stained with stars and ink.This poetic and picturesque scene, coupled with this "Guangling San" is full of murderous aura.

The falling bamboo rain has powerful kinetic energy, and each one is comparable to the bullet of a sniper rifle.

When the bamboo rain fell, it penetrated straight through Buddha's muddy body, and did not repair it by himself, as if there was something on the black bamboo that could heal his tissues.

"Why, why can't I use the power of my incense and fire vows, quickly restore my Buddha body!"

Profound Master Baihua urged the power of incense and fire that he had collected.

After so many years, just for this moment, how could it be possible to fall short?

However, the incense wishing force seems to be disobedient this time, and did not fill it up or repair it...

why?

what...

and many more.

The ancient memory was recalled from the distant past, and he remembered, those who came from ancient times, existed, and existed above.

They are ancient and they are ruthless.

They command the gods, they create order.

They bring magic... they... also bring... disaster.

"you..."

"Impossible, it can't be you!"

"You ancient immortals, ancient existences, why do you still exist in this world? You angels, shouldn't have disappeared..."

"You have brought the method of practice to the world, and you have brought disaster to us..."

"Our compatriots are ruthlessly banned by you guys who are high above you..."

Without the leisurely feeling of being unmoved just now, there is only one kind of original emotion-fear.

The huge Buddha statue began to lean back, and its clay body was penetrated and worn away by the black bamboo. This body of Vajra Buddha, which is extremely difficult for ordinary people, is vulnerable to the sharpness of the black bamboo.

...

"It can't be you..."

"No longer exists..."

"Your...ancient existence..."

"You were brought to the world..."

"We...high guys..."

The sound was intermittent, shrouded in fog, and the sound could not be transmitted.

Whether it was Baihe, Kazumako, or Qingling, they all stared at the battlefield in the sky.

Bai He was the first to react. The so-called gods fight and mortals suffer. He has already told his teammates to back off.

"What did he say? Meaning?"

Bai He stared at Qing Ling and Yi Mako. These two Taoist practitioners who were not young and had a lot of experience were also shocked.

On the other side, Ling Xuzi came over, looked up at the sky and said with a complicated expression: "He is the expert who helped us subdue the ghosts."

"it's him?"

Kazumako said in astonishment.

Ling Xuzi nodded: "It's him, no matter how confused I am, I will never forget his appearance. He said that he will seal that ghost for 500 years, and after 500 years, he will release her with his own hands."

"It takes 500 years to open your mouth... Can people live that long?"

Bai He looked at the several Taoist practitioners in astonishment.

Qingling said after a moment of silence.

"This big monster is more than 500 years old."

"But...it seems to be human, what kind of person can live for 500 years?"

Of course, Baihe knew that the lifespan of this monster was longer than that of a human practitioner.

"What kind of practitioner can live for 500 years..."

Kazuko said with a complicated face.

"Immortal, that's fine."

"Immortals... I didn't expect that there are immortals in the world. We thought that the way to become an immortal has been cut off." Qingling recalled the last time when the paper bird was worshiped. At that time, he was still a little lucky. , I didn't expect to see it now, but it might really be a fairy descending into the world.

At this time, on the other side, Kazumako said after pondering for a while.

"Qing Ling, have you lost your mind?"

"I'm old-fashioned... that's right."

Qingling said after suddenly realizing.

"By the way, the road to immortality is broken. That doesn't mean that the former immortals don't exist. He is...an ancient immortal."

...

The sound of the piano turned into mana.

The black bamboo responds to the mana, and under the murderous melody of "Guangling San", it becomes full of murderous aura. The sharp black bamboo grows from mid-air, and large pieces fall from the sky.

The black bamboo was like a flying sword, flying over and scratching the thorns, and the surface of the gold-plated clay body of the Buddha began to fall off, exposing pieces of the clay body.

The inside is not only filled with mud tires, but also filled with rotten flesh and blood. The unique faint scent of incense floating in the air in the Buddhist hall has turned into a disgusting stench with the exposed flesh and blood.

Li Wei said lightly.

"It can be said that it is gold and jade on the outside, and the inside is rotten. Your golden Buddha only looks like a Buddha on the outside, and it is not even a mud tire inside. It is just a disgusting thing filled with rotten flesh and blood."

The golden body was defeated, and the profound master Baihua let out a low growl of unwillingness, and his thousand-year cultivation was in vain.

The gold-plated mud carcass collapsed, the flesh and blood on it fell off, and a huge centipede with a length of [-] meters drilled out from inside.

The monks in the temple all returned to Xuanshi Baihua.

Bai He looked at the scene in front of him.

"It turns out that these monks are all centipede feet..."

A huge centipede pierced into the sky from the ground, vowing to pull down the Immortal Fuqin sitting high above the clouds.

Even death can't make these high-ranking guys feel better...

You, sitting high above the sky, never know the sufferings of the world, the injustice of the world, or the injustice of life.

All the suffering in the world comes from you and others.

You are the source of suffering in the world.

The ferocious centipede face roared.

"...you are high above... you don't know the suffering of the world..."

Then, the centipede's face changed into a Buddha's face.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha right away, attaining supreme purity and ease."

The centipede's face began to change alternately, one time it was the head of the centipede, the other time it was the head of the Buddha.

Telling different words, sometimes tyrannical and sometimes pure.

For a while, he wanted to fly up to the sky and tear Li Wei down, and for a while, he wanted to let himself put down the butcher knife and the obsession in his heart.

It can be seen that the centipede's face is trying to repel the Buddha's head, but the Buddha's head cannot be expelled.

For so many years, this bloodthirsty centipede monster has been impregnated with Buddhist incense and mud tires, and has both a demon heart and a Buddha heart.Half compassion, half monster.

The demon heart is the original heart, and the Buddha heart is the heart of incense.

The centipede in front of him has completely educated Li Wei about one thing, what will happen to his wish power if he smokes too much incense...

It's hard to even keep yourself.

Li Wei thought, if he can really survive this catastrophe and attain the Buddha body, his evil past will be wiped out, and his evil heart will become a Buddha heart, just like the records in the fairy tales, put down the butcher knife, He immediately became a Buddha.

"It's not so easy to wash away the sins of the past. If you want to transform into a Buddha body in one fell swoop, you can wash away the sins of the past. It's too beautiful to think about."

At this time, Li Wei caressed the guqin lightly, and the melody turned into "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix".

A piece of rice paper was spread out, and the ink chicken flew out clucking.

Hundreds of birds are singing towards the phoenix, and hundreds of birds are flying in the sky to welcome them. These birds were forced away by the evil spirit of the centipede just now, and now they are coming because of the hundred birds towards the phoenix.

The black chicken fell and turned into a phoenix shape, followed by a hundred birds.

This made Ichimako and Qingling look at it in a daze.

This.

It is the means of the gods.

Chapter 97 Become a Immortal after Completion of Merit and Virtue

In the line of sight is an elderly monk in a monk's robe. It can be vaguely seen that he looked quite handsome when he was young.

Facing such a tall human being, the little centipede took the initiative to attack the monk.

He bit his hand out of blood and injected it with poison.

At that time, the little centipede was just beginning to develop spirituality and had no magical powers. When facing such a giant as a human being, it was no different from ordinary insects.

But the old monk gently picked up the terrified centipede that bit him, then put it down, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, little guy, don't be frightened, the poor monk will not hurt you."

After the little centipede ghost was terrified, he said doubtfully.

"You, why didn't you kill me? Don't humans like to soak our corpses in water as medicine?"

"All things have spirit, all things are equal. Why did the poor monk kill you?"

"All things have animism, all things are equal? ​​You humans will also say such things?" The little centipede said disdainfully.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has no control over what other people think. It is enough for the poor monk to think so." The monk smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk uses this place to practice meditation, little centipede, are you willing to give this place to me? "

"Hmph, whatever, this is not my place."

The little centipede slid away, he didn't believe in humans.

There must be some ulterior purpose, human beings are the most cunning.

The monk smiled and meditated by the stone, talking about Buddhist scriptures and allusions from time to time.

There was no one around, and it seemed that they were speaking to themselves, and they seemed to be speaking to the centipede as well.

The little centipede is very vigilant.

He felt that the human being in front of him didn't know what he was doing here, and said some strange things.

However, it sounds very comfortable.