I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"Bold and evil, destroy my branch of Baoling Temple, destroy my disciples of the Buddhist sect, and blaspheme my Buddha. The heavens will not tolerate it. Today, the poor monk will make you, a monster, die."

In the territory of Daliang Dynasty.

In the air above the Wuduan Mountains, an old monk with long eyebrows wearing cassock and holding a staff has a cold face, but extremely sharp eyes, chasing a young man.

The young man looked in a state of embarrassment, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were all red.

"Bah, it's too hard to tolerate, it's you bunch of dead bald donkeys, who are merciful on the surface, secretly doing animal business, occupying people's fields, abducting and selling good women to have children."

The young man immediately cursed.

"Demon talk to confuse the public!"

The old monk with long eyebrows snorted coldly, and quickly recited the formula silently in his mouth. The staff in his hand suddenly shone goldenly, and the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.

"The Great Light Wheel casts a spell!"

The long-browed old monk let out a low cry, shaking his staff in his hand, streaks of golden light pierced through the dark clouded sky, and in the blink of an eye a huge golden "Swastika" Buddhist seal appeared high above the sky.

And there was a barrier in front of the young man's escape.

On the barrier, there are densely packed, small, "Swastika" Buddha seals shining with a golden halo, like a high wall, enclosing the mountains and forests in all directions.

"My Buddha is merciful, even though your crimes are serious, as long as you are arrested and follow the poor monk back to the monastery, the poor monk will save you from death!"

Looking at the young man with an ugly face, the long-browed old monk clasped his hands together and persuaded him.

"Save me from death? Let me think about what you want from me? Supernatural powers, or spells, or my heavenly treasure?"

The young man turned around and looked at the old monk with long eyebrows coldly.

"Namo Amitabha, since you don't want to be arrested without a fight, the poor monk can only accept you."

The long-browed old monk shook his hands, and after reciting the Buddha's name, he lightly pressed the staff in his hand to the ground, and poured out in his mouth.

"town!"

The huge golden "Swastika" Buddhist seal in the sky suddenly fell down, and the surrounding barriers also shrunk at this moment.

"If you want to catch me, let's see if you have the ability!?"

"Majestic Heavenly Dragon, World Honored One Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Mahong!"

The young man gritted his teeth, regardless of his injuries, quickly made a formula with both hands, and suddenly the Buddha's light emanated from his whole body.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the long-browed old monk.

Although the evildoer in front of him is from the demon race, the supernatural powers he cast belonged to the human race.

Especially this trick in front of him.

Because he underestimated the opponent before, he was injured by the opponent's powerful Tianlong move.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that a demon clan would possess powerful Buddhist supernatural powers.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

At this moment, the young man shouted loudly.

The Buddha's light around him instantly condensed into a golden dragon.

Immediately, he slapped out the "Swastika" Buddha seal pressed down in the air.

"Roar!"

The golden dragon roared and went straight to the sky.

"boom!"

The golden dragon collided with the "Swastika" Buddha seal, and suddenly exploded in the air. There was a violent roar, and countless flames splashed in all directions.

"puff!"

The spiritual power in the young man's body backfired, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out.

At this moment, the whole person collapsed instantly, his face was as pale as paper, and he wobbled, as if he would fall off at any time.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The old monk with long eyebrows also suffered a little backlash, and his spiritual power was unstable, but he quickly adjusted it back, folded his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

"This majestic Tianlong is originally a supernatural power of my Buddhism, but it was accidentally obtained by you, a monster. Now that you meet a poor monk, it seems that this is God's will!"

A hint of greed flickered in the eyes of the long-browed old monk.

"God's shit!"

Hearing the words of the old monk with long eyebrows, the young man lost his temper.

This Dawei Tianlong is a magical power created by his master, and now this shameless old bald donkey says it is something from their Buddhism.

"Understood!"

The long-browed old monk waved the staff in his hand lightly again.

The "Swastika" Buddha seal in the air suddenly and quickly pressed down, and the surrounding barriers also shrank rapidly.

He was about to be trapped in front of him, the young man gritted his teeth, without even thinking about it, he reached into his arms and took out a humanoid wooden sculpture.

This humanoid wood carving is a man with a refined face, with one hand behind his back and a book in the other.

The long-browed old monk was slightly taken aback.

Originally, he thought that the evildoer in front of him would take out some magic weapon.

It's just that what he never expected was that the other party would come up with an ordinary wood carving.

That's right.

Just ordinary.

Because wood carving does not have a trace of spiritual blessing.

In other words, this wood carving is not a magic weapon.

It is a common wood carving in the secular world.

The young man naturally noticed the expression of the long-browed old monk, but at this moment, he had no time to waste, and hurriedly injected the spiritual power in his body into the humanoid wood carving in his hand

"The impoverished monk's great light wheel curse cannot be broken even after the fusion period has come, so why do you bother? The poor monk advises..."

The old monk with long eyebrows hadn't finished speaking when he saw the young man holding up the humanoid wooden sculpture and shouting loudly.

"Master help."

The humanoid wood carving in the young man's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling white glow.

"This is?"

The old monk with long eyebrows was shocked.

Because at some point in front of his eyes, a figure of nothingness appeared. The robe of the figure was windless and automatic, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a scroll.

The phantom in the robe looked up at the huge golden "Swastika" Buddha seal pressing down in the air, and gently waved his sleeves.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came out.

The huge golden swastika Buddha seal in the air was crushed in an instant.

The surrounding ten thousand zhang barrier also shattered at this moment.

"puff!"

The old monk with long eyebrows spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale immediately, and the horror in his eyes was still hard to hide.

Seeing that the barrier was broken, the young man turned into a dragonfly and galloped away without hesitation.

The old monk with long eyebrows still wanted to chase after him.

But as soon as he left, another mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. In the end, he could only look at the dragonfly disappearing into the sky full of resentment.

.........

the other side.

Great Zhou Dynasty.

In a magnificent palace.

"The dung drid king?"

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe with a stern and majestic face frowned and thought.

"Yes, father, when the demon king was under siege, he turned into a dung beetle and wanted to escape, and my child has also heard that in recent years, there have been insects with extremely high cultivation levels on the Tiannan Continent!"

Below the main hall, a handsome young man said respectfully.

"Oh, what else?" the middle-aged man in the dragon robe asked suspiciously.

"Yes, a few days ago, a temple in Daliang was destroyed by a demon saint in the Void Refinement Stage, and that demon saint was transformed by a dragonfly!"

The handsome young man replied: "I didn't really believe it when I heard about it, but today..."

Although the handsome young man didn't say anything further, the middle-aged man in the dragon robe knew what he meant.

If a monster wants to cultivate, it must possess spiritual wisdom.

But the process of producing spiritual wisdom will take a long time and a certain amount of opportunity.

And bugs and the like are mostly extremely short-lived.

How could such a short period of time produce spiritual practice?