"Buddhist mantra?"

At the bone burial place, in front of the cliff, Sanzang looked embarrassed when he heard the request of the person in front of him, and said, "Brother Li, don't worry, let the young monk think carefully."

"think?"

Li Ziye was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "As a disciple of Buddhism, don't you just open your mouth to cast spells to subdue demons? What are you thinking?"

"Amitabha, I have been fighting with my fists lately, and I haven't used any spells for a long time."

Sanzang replied sheepishly, "I forgot a little. Little monk, please recall, not everyone in this world has a photographic memory like Brother Li."

"..."

Li Ziye was speechless. This Buddhist disciple can be thrown away. He is unreliable.

In front of the cliff, Sanzang held the wooden sword and tried several times. Every time the golden light lit up and seemed to be successful, the light quickly dissipated. Obviously, he failed.

"Is that okay?"

Li Ziye saw this and said impatiently.

"Amitabha, hurry up, hurry up."

Sanzang responded, thinking hard and recalling the Buddhist mantras he had learned.

It belongs to his uncle, and I haven’t used it for a long time, so I really can’t remember it clearly.

Sometimes I really envy Brother Li for his photographic memory. No wonder he is the son of destiny, but he is a demon monk.

"roar!"

On the cliff, the black-eyed night ghost pinned by Qianji Bailian was still struggling, and its limbs and internal organs were slowly regenerating. Obviously, the injury this time was too severe and could not be recovered in a short while.

"Shout at you, uncle!"

Li Ziye took the fish intestine sword, inserted it directly into Ye Gui's mouth, and nailed his head to the cliff.

"Amitabha, sin, sin."

When Sanzang saw this scene, he quickly recited the Buddha's name twice and said, "Brother Li, you are too cruel."

"If you find it cruel, why don't you do it for him? Didn't you say, if I don't go to hell, who will?" Li Ziye glanced at a troublesome young monk beside him and said with a half-smile.

When Sanzang heard this, he immediately shut up and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.

At the bottom of the cliff, Mu Wenqing saw the Buddha who had been completely misled by Professor Li. He smiled softly and quietly warmed himself by the fire.

This Professor Li, among other things, is truly the best in the world in his ability to assimilate others.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why the Confucian leader chose him.

"Your Majesty, does Buddha know our plan?"

Mu Jin asked with some confusion. When Buddha came here, he didn't ask anything, nor did he show any hostility towards her and the prince.

"have no idea."

Mu Wenqing shook his head and replied, "He just simply believes in Professor Li."

With such an innocent heart, he truly deserves the name of a Buddha.

Even though he was demonized, the Buddha still never changed his original intention.

rare.

The injustice of the world, the prejudice of people, and the betrayal of teachers and disciples, any one of them might have collapsed or been blinded by hatred, but the Buddha has always maintained his original innocent heart, how difficult it is for him.

It proves that in the most desperate times, there is still a glimmer of hope in the heart of Buddha.

And that little bit of hope.

Thinking of this, Mu Wenqing looked at the two people in front of the cliff, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Maybe it's this trust.

"Little bald donkey, hurry up, can you do it?"

In front of the cliff, Li Ziye looked at the moaning little monk in front of him and couldn't help but spit.

"Right away, right away!"

Sanzang stretched out his hand and stroked the sword body. The golden light shone brightly, and he cast a Buddhist incantation and penetrated into the wooden sword.

In the blink of an eye, the wooden sword became gleaming and dazzling.

Li Ziye looked suspicious when he saw the changed wooden sword. Why did he feel that it was a mistake for him to ask the young monk for help?

However, now that the situation had reached an point where the arrow had to be fired, Li Ziye suppressed the doubt in his heart, took the wooden sword, and stabbed the black-eyed night ghost directly into the chest.

Then, a shocking scene happened. The wooden sword entered the body, and the black-eyed night ghost's chest exploded, blood and bones flying, and it was horrifying.

"Lie down."

Li Ziye saw this and quickly retreated.

On the side, Sanzang ran faster and had already retreated five feet away.

"Little bald donkey, do you want to blow me up so that you can inherit my title of Son of Destiny?"

Li Ziye looked at the night ghost in front of him who was blown to pieces. He moved his eyes to look at the little monk behind him. The flames in his eyes were rising, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

When Sanzang saw someone about to explode, he immediately admitted his mistake, apologized, and said, "Give me another chance, little monk!"

"Okay, I will believe you once, if you make a mistake again!"

Li Ziye gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely let you eat this sword!"

"Amitabha, try your best, try your best."

Sanzang took the wooden sword, cold sweat began to form on his forehead, and began to carefully observe the patterns on the sword.

Li Ziye stood aside and did not urge him this time.

After observing for a long time, Sanzang bit his finger and used the blood as ink and the Buddha's essence as a guide to carve Buddhist mantras on the wooden sword.

After about ten breaths, the golden light disappeared, the Buddha's blood soaked into the wooden sword, and disappeared.

The wooden sword returned to its original appearance, as ordinary as it was at the beginning.

"Brother Li, try again."

Sanzang handed over the wooden sword and said seriously.

"good."

Li Ziye took the wooden sword with a suspicious look on his face, but without saying anything, he stepped forward and stabbed the sword into Ye Gui's chest again.

The next moment, Ye Gui shook his body and stopped struggling.

"oh?"

Not far away, Mu Wenqing had a strange look on his face when he saw the result.

Right?

Awesome.

The two juniors joined forces to recreate the secret technique of the Taoist sages.

Maybe not exactly the same, but the same result is enough.

"Little bald donkey, that's good, I appreciate you!"

Seeing that Ye Gui was being honest, Li Ziye reached out and patted the young monk on the side, grinned and said, "Okay, you can go back, there is nothing wrong with you here."

"Amitabha, Brother Li, and Xuanfeng Demon Emperor are also here." Sanzang reminded kindly.

"Xuanfeng?"

Li Ziye looked startled when he heard this, looked at the little bald donkey in front of him, and asked doubtfully, "Did Qingqing guess it?"

"Um."

Sanzang nodded and responded, "She asked the young monk to ask Brother Li why he came to the far north?"

"I was kidnapped, can't you tell?"

Li Ziye pointed at Prince Wen and Mu Jin who were warming themselves by the fire not far away, and said seriously, "I am their hostage now."

Sanzang couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this false lie.

"Little monk, you have to remember that brothers are like brothers and women are like brothers. Forget it, just remember that brothers are like brothers."

Li Ziye strangled the neck of the young monk next to him, and said half-threateningly, half-warning, "Can you bear to cut off your own limbs? You can't. So, when you go back, tell Qingqing that I am now Prince Wen's hostage, do you understand?"

"

"Amitabha."

Sanzang was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe, so he responded, "As a monk, you don't lie!"

"Why are you lying? It's true that I was kidnapped. It's just that I, the hostage, am a little free."

Li Ziye said angrily, "You can't forget about your brother when you have a wife. Just do as I tell you."

"Amitabha, what exactly is Brother Li here for?" Sanzang asked curiously.

"Start with God and send God off."

Li Ziye looked at the night ghost nailed to the cliff in front of him and responded indifferently.
Chapter completed!