Someone above is easy to deal with

In the Palace of Pure Land, the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing became louder and louder. Under the threat of death, a group of musicians and dancers desperately played the instruments in their hands and twisted their bodies hard. The extreme fear made their movements and expressions a little abnormal.

The Emperor of the Southern Dynasty and his favorite ministers were excited and crazy, swaying their bodies frantically, with a sickly flush on their faces, and they didn't hear any movement outside at all.

However, the national masters sitting next to them all had cultivation levels and realized something was wrong outside. It seemed that some soldiers were calling "Saint Monk's Compassion", but before they could confirm, a roar of thunder came in.

"You are so evil, but you can't show your true form quickly!"

Fahai's voice is like a sharp blade, which can cut off all the ghosts and monsters in the world.

The desolate sound in the hall suddenly stopped, and the silk and bamboo instruments broke with a bang. The dancer and musician emperor's favorite minister was shaken and shaking, falling to the ground, his face pale.

The entire hall was also buzzing and shaking, and wood debris fell down.

boom!

The closed hall door fell into the inside, and pieces of wood splashed in the sky, and dust soared into the sky.

Fahai strode into the hall and his eyes swept coldly.

It was not until the guard commander and Jin Chanzi and others arrived that they suddenly woke up and came to their senses.

Whether it was Fahai Xuanzang, the monsters following them, or the monks and monks, all the people who practiced in Jiankang felt that they were all light, and the heavy shackles that were ubiquitous and disappeared completely.

Fahai glared at the sight of Buddha, his dark eyes faintly covered with red, like burning fire, to burn everything in front of him.

Then……

Bang!

With a loud bang, blood splattered, Wuming flew out directly, his chest was sunken, revealing his thick white bones and internal organs. When the person was in mid-air, he had no sound, leaving only a trace of residual soul floating towards the underworld.

"What emperor! What is the supreme emperor! It's just a cowardly and conceited pitiful person!" A thought suddenly arose in the hearts of the favorite ministers. The former awe completely disappeared, replaced by contempt and contempt.

"Amitabha, good! Good!"

"What do you think of me and you monsters!" Fahai snorted coldly, with murderous intent.

After all, there are so many monks in the world, and it is impossible for Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to remember them all. Only those who contribute the most incense can they be favored by Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

As a result, Wuming ridiculed and mocked the two things he cared about the most as soon as he spoke, and the force on Fahai's hand suddenly increased by three points again.

"The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon, the Daluo Mantra, the Prajna Buddhas, and the Prajna Pa Mama."

The heat waves facing him floated in the air, the aroma of wine, meat, and rouge, as if they were a little spark, directly igniting the anger in his chest.

boom!

The Zen stick fell to the ground beside it, and rocks splattered, and the entire hall shook twice.

"The fortune of the Southern Dynasty has ended, and the country is about to die." The masters of the state changed suddenly and shouted in dismay.

Fahai blocked the monks' fronts and said coldly: "Monster! When will I allow you to leave?"

"Senior Brother Wuming!"

Xuanzang was shocked and was about to come forward to help, but Fahai had already jumped up and threw the cassock into the air, revealing the nine golden dragons tattooed behind him.

The other national masters were stunned and shocked and incredible.

Fahai was too lazy to talk too much with them, so he turned around and looked at Xuanzang behind him and asked, "Junior brother, do you kill these monsters or me?"

There are only so many people in the world, and there are even more people in Jiankang. There are more than 500 temples inside and outside the city. The relationship between the temples is not good, and some are even close. In order to grab incense, fighting with weapons is common.

Halfway through, the old monk Baimei suddenly came to his senses. The Buddha and Bodhisattva were omnipotent. How could he say such a reckless word for Buddhism? He immediately put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Did he really think that he could deal with them alone? He could deal with more than 80,000 monks in 500 temples in Jiankang?

Even if he can really do this, isn’t he destroying the practice of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas? Without incense and worship, how could Buddhas and Bodhisattvas spare him?

"This master..." The old monk Baimei was about to realize the pros and cons, but Fahai had already rushed forward, swept across the Zen stick in his hand, and howled with the strong wind, and smashed it towards the old monk's chest.

However, Wuming was not in a hurry, and even did not dodge, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The old monk Baimei sweated coldly on his forehead. If this Zen stick was implemented, he might have to follow the footsteps of Juming.

"Yes! This monster turned into a monk's appearance and destroyed my Buddhist majesty. He was not allowed to leave today."

Things cannot be exhausted, if you lose beauty, if you cannot be exhausted, if you lose beauty, if you lose it, if you destroy it?

What a bullshit truth, it’s really a witch that confuses the public!

Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath!

Without the suppression of the Golden Dragon of Luck, the so-called capital palace is just a larger courtyard and there is nothing special about it.

For a moment, the entire hall was illuminated with bright lights and colorful colors.

If they don’t do anything, they will not have the incense in front of the Buddha, nor will they be able to breathe this time!

"Bold Monk! He dares to speak wildly in front of me, but he really doesn't know how high the world is!"

Before entering the copy of life, they need to explain to Dayu about the Nanzhan Continent.

They don’t care about Wuming’s life or death.

"Impossible! Even Buddha Bodhisattva..."

The golden dragon shone brightly, raised its head and let out a dragon roar, flew out from behind Fahai, spreading its teeth and claws, and collided with the magic weapon in front of it.

Buzz!

The Buddhist pearls shine brightly, and they grow in the wind, turning into a white aperture with a diameter of about two meters, and they are drawn towards Fahai.

He wanted to go to the Lingshan Mountain in Xitian, but he wanted to practice and ascend to the sky, but he didn't want to turn into a wisp of residual soul.

The old monk Baimei's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Before he finished speaking, Fahai was already furious and shouted sternly: "Rareless! You monster, you deserve to mention my master! You are looking for death!"

But they didn't know that just as Fahai took action, the golden dragon of luck that was invisible to the naked eye was indeed reacting, soaring into the air, making a big light, and swaying to rush towards the Palace of Paradise.

Fahai ignored him, raised his hand and slapped him over.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a series of loud noises, the golden dragon disappeared, and all the magic weapons had turned into ashes and scattered all over the ground.

The old monk Baimei was stunned, his face full of question marks.

The evil is gone, and the roots are to be eliminated. Fahai is here, so how can these monsters leave calmly!

He looked seventy-seven and eighty-year-old. When his movements were extremely flexible, he could dodge and dodge.

As the ancient emperor, he still has this power!

The emperor of the Southern Dynasty did not know about the fortune of the golden dragon, but when the fortune of the golden dragon disappeared, he was reborn and felt something was gone. He felt that something was away from him. He collapsed on the ground with a plop, and his body was weak and sweating.

He didn't even understand until his death. What about the luck of this dynasty? What about the luck of the Nine Cauldron? Why didn't any of them appear?

"It's useless! The more mana you run, the faster you die!"

"So that's it." The old monk Baimei suddenly realized. No wonder the lucky golden dragon suppressed the Fahai, it turned out that it was because of this.

He originally wanted to follow the previous practice and throw it to Xuanzang for experience after he was injured. Now he just wants to slap the man in front of him into mud.

The palace is where the human emperor is located, bringing together the luck and hope of a country. It is an important node of the Nine Tripod Formation and the most powerful place for mana in the entire Nanzhan Continent.

Where did the wild monk come from? He didn't know any rules and dared to take action in the palace!

"Okay." Fahai responded without saying a word.

The old monk Baimei no longer paid attention to the emperor's pleading, just as the emperor just ignored the musician and walked out of the palace gate.

The other monks also realized that Fahai was determined to cause trouble for them, so they took out the magic weapons in their arms and sacrificed them, including wooden fish, golden bowls, demon-subduing pestle, etc.

Whoosh!

A golden light suddenly flew out, and with a bang, it penetrated into the bluestone floor, and cracks spread like spider webs.

The entire palace was silent, and everyone was captured by the momentum of Fahai. For a moment, no one dared to speak.

Li Anran didn't know that he and the two good disciples of Monkey had mastered the skills of proxy training so quickly and were still flying towards the South Zhan Continent.

After a moment, the already sluggish dragon moo gradually dimmed, and its translucent body became more and more blurred. Finally, it broke out like glass, turning into countless streams of light and disappeared.

The tone and attitude seemed to him that the one in front of him was not a master of the Taoist monk, but a group of native chickens and dogs, who could kill them at will, and directly angered the monks in the hall.

After saying that, he looked at the national masters beside him and said, "My brothers, the fortunes of the Southern Dynasty have ended, and it is time for us to leave."

He pondered for a moment, and said to Fahai, "We are the one who serves as the national teacher to protect the Dharma and preach the Dharma for our Buddha. We have never participated in any national affairs, nor have we intentionally become enemies with you. Everything here, everything in the Southern Dynasties is what they do, and we will not stop you from anything you want to do. I just hope that you should be compassionate and do not kill innocent people indiscriminately. You need to know that things cannot be completed, and you will lose beauty. If you cannot be completed, you will be destroyed."

...

boom!

Fahai stepped forward and went straight to Wuming's side. He used all his magic power and smashed the Zen stick in his hand.

He saw Fahai's body as a master, his eyelashes as a bull king, his eyebrows were as white as jade, and his golden light and Buddha flames behind his head. He obviously did not do anything shallowly. He was not a common man, and he did not want to offend him easily, and his attitude was particularly respectful.

If this was a different place, in Xiniu Hezhou, there was a king who was willing to work hard to build Buddhist temples and cast Buddha statues. He would definitely stay and assist with all his strength to obtain this great merit.
To be continued...