"You are not a Buddha and cannot represent all sentient beings in this world."

Li Xiuyuan held the long sword in his hand. Although it was not unsheathed, it gave Monk Wu'an a strong murderous aura, which made him shudder.

The old monk Wu Hui was immediately furious.

The Zen staff in his hand made a buzzing sound, as if he was about to perform a move to subdue a demon at the next moment.

Said: "I only need to subjugate you with one stick, and the people in this area will naturally regard me as a Buddha. When I have accumulated enough vows of all living beings in this world, I will naturally have the opportunity to become a Buddha and break the void."

Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan said: "No one can change the rules of this world, not even you can borrow the power of all living beings, let alone, I am here."

"Whether you are practicing Buddhism or Taoism, you must obey the rules of heaven. In this world full of rules, I, you, and all the monks cannot change the rules of heaven."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the main hall not far away, smelled a faint scent of sandalwood, and sighed softly in his heart.

He continued: "Buddhism has 84,000 Dharma doors. Each Dharma door must follow the way of heaven and earth in this world. The way of heaven is like the royal way of the world. First of all, you should respect heaven, love people, and love all living beings..."

"As the abbot of Honglian, you have no mercy but want to suppress mortals in order to obtain the power of all living beings for you. Even if you do it in the end, you can only turn into a demon!"

"When I stand in front of you, you are destined to never become a Buddha because you are a demon!"

The expression on the old monk Wu'an's face became more and more ugly, but Li Xiuyuan laughed.

Since the old monk in front of him is a demon and not a Buddha, he does not need to use the knife in his hand to think about him and save him like he is under the abyss.

He just needs to swing his sword to slay the demon.

If one sword attack doesn't work, then use another sword strike.

"Do you really want to fight with me? Why do you want to fight with me? I only need to wave my Zen staff to make you vanish into ashes and you won't even be able to go back to reincarnation."

The old monk said with a cold expression: "Today, even if I become a sinner in the world, I will wave my staff to slay the devil."

After saying this, the abbot monk of Honglian Temple frowned, as if he was enduring some unbearable pain.

The eyes that had previously been shining with Buddha's light suddenly dimmed, as if the Buddha nature had left him at that moment.

Li Xiuyuan stood motionless on the stone steps below, his right hand placed on the long sword beside his waist.

He had been waiting, waiting for the moment when the old monk Wuhao waved his Zen staff, that was when he drew his sword.

The old monk, knowing that talking too much was useless, moved his eyebrows slightly.

Seeing that his opponent had moved, at the moment when the Zen staff was blasted out, Li Xiuyuan's long sword that had been silent for a long time was unsheathed with a clang!

Take out the sword and cut the snow!

The Zen staff carried an aura of destruction and came to Li Xiuyuan in an instant.

In front of Li Xiuyuan, who seemed to have no cultivation and was as ordinary as a mortal, the old monk did not dare to be careless because his junior brother had already lost an arm due to carelessness.

So when he made a move, it was like wind and thunder, making it impossible for Li Xiuyuan in front of him to avoid it.

Li Xiuyuan thought that his sword was fast enough and he paid enough attention to his opponent's moves, but he still didn't expect that the Zen staff that the old monk fired was completely different from the previous human Buddha.

There was no time for the expression on his face to change, and there was no time for him to even change the sword-drawing technique he had already used, and he had no time to react.

The only ones with time to react were his fists and feet.

The moment the sword met the Zen staff in the old monk's hand, his left fist transcended the concept of time, and he sensed the danger of the Zen staff in front of him.

So at the moment when the long sword broke and the Zen staff struck like thunder and lightning, he had already punched the heavy Zen staff with his fist.

However, his feet hit the stone steps heavily, and his body flew away to the right like a breeze.

Not surprisingly, the long sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand was shattered by the old monk's Zen staff, and he had to fly to one side in order to avoid the fatal blow in front of him.

A precise punch hit the old monk's Zen staff, and even the powerful abbot flew backwards towards the square in the direction of the main hall.

Taking this opportunity, Li Xiuyuan finally stood on the edge of the square on the stone steps.

No matter how fast the iron sword in his hand is, it is just an ordinary iron arrow after all. At least for now, it cannot be compared with the Buddhist Zen staff.

Even so, Li Xiuyuan still did not take the Samsara Sword out of the box, he was waiting for an opportunity.

The Zen staff shattered the iron sword, and the mind of the old monk Wuhai was greatly shaken.

It's just that he is an eminent monk in Honglian Temple. In a very short period of time, he silently recited the Buddhist mantra in his heart, and a faint Buddha's light appeared in front of him.

Most of the fragments of the iron sword flew towards the jungle on the mountain road, but a few fragments pierced the old monk's body before he offered the Buddhist mantra.

In just the blink of an eye, Li Xiuyuan fought hard and the long sword in his hand was shattered by his opponent, thus injuring the enemy.

Almost at the same time that the old monk flew out upside down, the sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand reappeared. He didn't even have time to think. He suddenly rushed forward with all his strength and killed the old monk with his sword.

The phaseless golden body has covered his whole body, and every piece of flesh and blood in his body is like a rock in the mountains. With one slash of his sword, he is the hidden dragon in the abyss that has not been used for a long time.

He wants to use the power of Buddhism and the power of the dragon to defeat the enemy instantly.

This was the first time he fought with someone after practicing Buddhism under the abyss. He used all his strength to fight, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, heading towards the old monk.

When the long sword confronts the Zen staff, when the Buddha's light confronts the Buddha's light, it is to see whose power is stronger.

The furious old monk gave a sharp shout and came towards Li Xiuyuan with the Zen staff in his hand. He was as powerful as a mad tiger, and the Zen staff shone with a blazing light.

The old monk recited the mantra, and the Zen staff in his hand came towards Li Xiuyuan like a mountain!

But Li Xiuyuan didn't want to fight head-on with the Zen staff in his hand. In his eyes, the old monk's Zen staff instantly slowed down, so slow that he had enough time to cut the snow!

In the midst of lightning and stone fire, the long sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand struck the side of the Zen staff like lightning. With a bang, the two of them separated instantly!

However, the Zen staff in the old monk's hand was missing a piece. There was a "dang-dang" sound, but it was the Zen staff that was chopped off by Li Xiuyuan that fell to the stone slab of the square, making a crisp sound.

The old monk spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and pointed at the acupuncture point on his chest to stop the blood that was about to spurt out again.

The Zen staff is broken, and the ancient bell in Honglian Temple rings again.

The pagoda on the back mountain shines brightly, penetrating through the jungle in the mountains, falling on the square in front of the main hall, and filling the air towards the old monk and Li Xiuyuan.

"Shua!" A sound sounded in the wind!

Before Li Xiuyuan could go up to the old monk and strike another blow with his sword, a sharp sword energy suddenly struck him from behind.

The power of this sword was extremely fast and felt unstoppable, as if the person's body had turned into a sword.

Using the combined power of the human sword, he stabbed Li Xiuyuan straight in the back!

The person who came was a monk in his thirties. He was wearing a long black robe and didn't look like a monk at all.

If it weren't for the fact that he had lost his hair and had a bald head, Li Xiuyuan would have even doubted whether there were still masters hiding in Honglian Temple.

The person who came was actually a strong man from the Luohan Hall of Honglian Temple, second only to the old monk who had no anger. Seeing that the abbot suffered a loss, he didn't even say hello to Li Xiuyuan, but just stabbed him with his sword.

To put it bluntly, this is a sneak attack.

Facing the close sword strike from the powerful man from Honglian Temple, no matter how powerful Li Xiuyuan's phaseless golden body was, he would still be unable to defeat his opponent's spiritual sword.

In the flash of lightning, Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to rush towards the old monk to avoid the sword thrust from behind.

A clanging sound sounded.

But it was the old monk and Li Xiuyuan who used the half-length Zen staff in their hands to face each other in an instant. The moves in their hands did not pause at all, and they completely ignored the sword thrust from the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk felt that the spiritual sword in his hand had stabbed Li Xiuyuan's body, but not a single red flower bloomed in front of his eyes.

The middle-aged monk, whose expression remained unchanged, continued to move towards Li Xiuyuan, who was entangled in the old monk's head with his sword.

At the moment when the sword behind him stabbed like a poisonous snake, Li Xiuyuan reversed his long sword, picked up a piece of bluestone in the square and headed towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk who was in mid-air tried to neutralize Li Xiuyuan's move, but was unable to avoid the flying bluestone.

With a bang, the bluestone hit his chest heavily, instantly giving him a pain that was worse than death, as if blood would be splattered on the square the next moment.

With a clear whistle, the middle-aged monk rushed back, trying to use a loud roar to resolve the blood that was about to spurt out of his chest and suppress it.

The old monk took advantage of the moment when the two were in close combat in the air, turned the Zen stick in his hand into a sword, and followed Li Xiuyuan to slash at him.

The Zen staff in his hand was severely damaged, with countless sword marks on it made by Li Xiuyuan's long sword. Even so, he did not show the slightest fear.

Just when the old monk's Zen staff turned into a sword and slashed out, the bluestone Li Xiuyuan picked up hit the middle-aged monk's chest.

Li Xiuyuan, who was eager to save people, looked indifferent, and the long sword in his right hand turned into a snow-cutting force and slashed towards the middle-aged monk behind him.

In the blink of an eye, he lowered his waist and bent his knees, clenched his left fist, and struck the charging old monk with the power of subduing a dragon and subduing a tiger!

Li Xiuyuan's fists are as terrifying as the sword in his hand, because every move has been integrated into his flesh and blood memory. More importantly, his fists contain pure and incomparable Buddhist power.

There was a loud bang.

The body-protecting Qi of the Buddhist mantra condensed by the old monk Wu Ang was destroyed by Li Xiuyuan's punch!

The old monk Wu Hao looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, with a look of shock on his face. The half of the Zen staff in his hand turned into a demon-conquering sword and slashed at Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan's fist hit the old monk's Zen staff hard.

Fuhu Luohan Fist, practiced since childhood at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, uses the purest formless golden body power of Buddhism, and the power of the mantra condensed by the old monk to blast together in the air!

"Boom!" a sound sounded.

The old monk flew out in an instant, and the half of the Zen staff in his hand was blasted into the air by Li Xiuyuan, where it landed unknown.

A stream of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his lips, so the old monk quickly formed a seal with his hands. He wanted to use the pure lotus palm seal of Buddhism to cast down demons and eliminate them on the spot.

Just as the old monk was forming the seal, the middle-aged monk with an injured chest behind him finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, then gave a sharp shout and rushed towards Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan's fist power was exhausted, and the sword power in his hand had not yet been withdrawn after repelling the middle-aged monk, so he had no choice but to fly to one side when he heard the sword energy behind him.

The body turned up again, and the long sword in his hand slashed diagonally towards the middle-aged monk on the left.

There was a pop, and the middle-aged monk screamed and flew away slumped.

One of his arms was like a blood flower falling in the wind. Li Xiuyuan cut the snow with his sword in a hurry. It instantly flew into the air and a blood arrow splashed out.

The arm that was cut off by Li Xiuyuan still held the spirit sword tightly.

Taking a step forward, Li Xiuyuan was about to pick up the middle-aged man's spiritual sword, but the moment he bent down to reach out.

Suddenly, I felt an extremely majestic Buddhist power, pouring out from beside the old monk, rising slowly towards the sky of Honglian Temple, and reaching the sky.

When he looked up, he saw an old monk without anger who had made a seal with his hands. He could see his palms flying like lotus blossoms, and he was chanting Buddhist mantras in a hurry.
Chapter completed!