Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Although he saw Hui Yan for the first time, he already understood that the opponent must be extremely cautious to choose such a laborious method to attack the sky and defeat the enemy with one move!

The hearts of the people sank to the bottom.

This is beyond the scope of mortals fighting each other and practitioners fighting, but two immortals fighting!

At this time, Zen Master Huiyan, who was standing quietly above, finally said, Zhuoguang Mountain, Lingshu Temple? Hehe, I really underestimated you.

But, so what?

Even though you have all kinds of changes and all kinds of trump cards, you are still not held within five fingers by the poor monk!

His voice could not be said to be mighty, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Zhang Ming has not spoken yet.

Qingquan held up the purple-gold red gourd and shouted, What a bastard, Xiaohanshan Temple, that bald donkey, and the poor Daoist call you, do you dare to agree? Huiyan! Huiyan! Huiyan!

The voice came from far away, but there was no response.

Zen Master Huiwan stood high in the sky with his hands behind his back, and suddenly he flicked his fingers downward, and a strong wind came out, like the aurora, and instantly reached the top of Qingquan's head.

Senior brother! Help!

Qingquan shouted, and raised the red gourd again to block the falling wind.

boom--

A loud crash resounded through the valley.

Zhang Ming and Bai Yao slowly retracted the palms they were about to rescue, only to see that Qingquan had been pressed into the ground, and a long crack opened in situ, forming a deep pit.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, this Zen master named Hui Yan was too strong, the sky was falling apart, and it was nothing more than that.

Cough, senior brother, you have to avenge me!

Qingquan spit out mud and climbed out of the pit. His face was pale, and he was already injured.

Chan Master Huiyan, Pindao is the Qing Hui of Lingshu Guan, and he is here only to return to the fief of Zhuoguang Mountain, and he is unwilling to part with you Xiaohanshan Temple!

Zhang Ming Wangtian said, If you all give up Zhuoguang Mountain, Pindao can give up the battle today!

Only when he opened his mouth did Lao Zhangtou, Li Ergou, Guo Xiang, Yin Xue and others know his purpose.

It turned out that Daoist Qing Hui came out of the Lingshu Temple to win back the fief that was taken away by Xiaohanshan Temple.

Today's Empress worships Buddhism and suppresses Taoism!

Suddenly they understood why.

Guo Xiang murmured: Yin Xue, it turns out that Daoist Qinghui and the others were so miserable that they even took away the land they inherited. When I go back, I will definitely ask my father to return the fief!

Yin Xue nodded: It should be so.

However, the figure standing with his hands behind his back didn't think so, but let out a cold smile: Hehe, Qing Hui, are you a fool to be a poor monk?

Now I am the knife and you are the fish. Why do you negotiate conditions with the poor monk? Everyone, it is getting late, and you have also seen the morning sun today.

Speaking, he raised his hands for the first time, clasped them on his chest, showing a look of compassion and compassion, and sighed: The poor monk is merciful, it's time to send you back!

He stepped lightly on his footsteps, and the whole person flew into the clouds like a somersault.

At the same time, a vast and high voice came from far away in the sky, as if the sound waves were rushing layer by layer: Have you ever seen a palm technique that falls from the sky?

Above the sky, among the clouds.

A small figure patted his palm, the palm facing down, seemingly small and weak, but behind it appeared a huge golden Buddha phantom, which also pressed out the palm.

The sun rises in the east, and there are mountains and mountains.

The four universes of heaven and earth, the palm of the Buddha's front.

Qing Hui, you can pick it up!

The people below all turned pale.

They have an intuition, this palm down, I am afraid that it will flatten the top of the mountain and bury the entire valley.

My life is over.

Everyone couldn't help thinking in their hearts.

But this time,

Zhang Ming took a step forward slowly and took out an inconspicuous purple-gold bowl from his cuff.

Chan Master Huiyan, since you treated me with the secret method of Buddhism, the poor way will use the techniques of Buddhism, the way of others, and the body of others, to compete with you, the palm of the Buddha's front!

He reached out and smeared the purple gold bowl.

Om (ōng)!

Zhang Ming said softly, as if a dull thunder sounded.

Well (mā)!

When he read the words, there seemed to be morning bells and twilight drums in the air.

What (nī)!

His lips and teeth opened and closed, and there was a tendency of wind and clouds.

Bēi!

He gently opened his gums, and the mountains, rivers and rivers shook.

Mi (mēi)!

Zhang Ming looked up at the sky, the heaven and the earth were like a galaxy rolling backwards.

Hu (hòng)

He finally said the last word.

Infinite rays of light rose into the sky from the purple-gold bowl, and at the same time, the purple-gold bowl spun round and round, and the Buddha's palm that landed upwards greeted him, and the bowl's mouth turned bigger and bigger.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a purple-gold bowl left in the sky.

Shadows fell on everyone in the valley.

[Purple Gold Bowl] The Tathagata Buddha in the prehistoric world sits on the seat of the Heavenly Treasure. It was once passed down on the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, who was reincarnated in Tang Sanzang and traveled to the west. Later, it fell into the hands of Fahai of Jinshan Temple.

boom--

There was a loud roar in the sky.

Immediately, Zen Master Huiyan's terrified voice came: Impossible, what is this! No, don't! Heaven and earth, listen to my orders! Buddha's palm!

He slapped it in the purple gold bowl, but to no avail, he was sucked by the mouth of the bowl and absorbed into it.

Zhang Ming patted his palm lightly.

The purple-gold bowl that covered the sky and the earth turned in the opposite direction, became smaller and smaller, and fell back into his hands.

Pindao said, if you give up Zhuoguangshan, you can give up the battle today. But why, you don't believe it.

He sighed softly and took back the purple gold bowl.

When Lao Zhangtou, Wu Ming and others saw the majesty of the Taoist priest Qing Hui, they couldn't help being shocked, and they respectfully bowed to the ground, as if they were kneeling to the gods: The Taoist priest is so powerful, my blessing!

Zhang Ming bowed to everyone: Everyone's words are serious, but they are just some practice methods, and they should not be taken seriously.

He said again and again, and everyone stood up.

When Wu Ming and others looked at this man, it was not like they were looking at the Supreme Elder, but like a god in the sky.

If anyone in the future says that the Supreme Elder is not, I will be the first to get along with him and insult my faith, just like cutting my path, and I will never die!

They thought in unison.

Guo Xiang's eyes were full of admiration, pinching the corner of his clothes and thinking: If I can marry someone like Daoist Qing Hui in this life, I...even if I die, I'm willing.

Turning to her, she seemed to remember something, and a blush appeared in her ears, extending all the way to Yu Nen's neck.

Yin Xue clenched the knife tightly and remained silent.

Bai Yao pursed her lips and smiled: Master, you have to practice hard, and sooner or later you will be as strong as your uncle.

Qingquan's face suddenly fell.

Zhang Ming shook his head and ignored them. Only he himself knew that the power of the Zijin Bowl was actually not as strong as the red gourd in Qingquan's hands, but the red gourd had more restrictions.

Before the red gourd completely recognizes the master, or the Qingquan cultivation base is enough to control it, it needs to rely on the formula of I call you to exert all its power.

The Zijin Bowl is different. Although it is an acquired treasure, its grade is not as good as that of the red gourd, but it is better in driving simplicity.

However, the power he can use now is only around the middle stage of Yangshen Realm, only one ten thousandth of its full power, and there are many restrictions.

He looked into the purple gold bowl and sighed, It is really a chore to recite the Buddhist scriptures for seven, seven, forty-nine days before you can be refined into sugar water.

Zhang Ming shook his head and put the purple golden bowl into his sleeve.

Forty-nine days, I starved to death.

Why bother.