The monk in the sky has a good level of cultivation. There are several magic inscriptions surrounding his body, like stars surrounding him. He is already a powerful monk in the magic realm.

But when faced with the flying black spear, the monk also focused his eyes and dodged quickly.

It's just that this spear is not very fast, but it keeps changing its position in the air and locks on the monk.

Finding that he couldn't escape, the monk could only reluctantly stretch out his hand and let the spear pass through his palm, and then escaped from the lock of the spear.

Watching the spear fly back to Xuandu's hand, the monk in the air hit his hand with several spells, but he could only barely stop half of the bleeding.

He glanced at the bleeding hand and then at the old monk Xuandu on the ground. The monk sneered: "Xuandu, you have hidden this gun for many years, and it is still so sharp."

"That's not like you. After so many years, you are still in the magic realm, and you haven't even crossed the threshold of magical power."

There seemed to be a hint of blackness flashing across the monk's fair face, and his tone became harsh: "I'm still in the magic realm after all. Unlike you, I have no cultivation at all and can only hang out with a few unconventional heretic monks.

"

Waving his sleeves, the white-faced monk continued: "I don't know why you went to the capital of the Enlightenment Buddha Kingdom, but entry and exit are prohibited in the capital, let alone you, an abandoned Buddhist disciple. In view of past circumstances, I will spare your life.

But don’t even think about it.”

Xuandu wanted to say something more, but Zheng Wu suddenly walked out, chanted the Buddha's name, and then said: "Master, we do have something important. Can you make it convenient for us to go there? If not, you can also give it to us.

A reason to understand why."

Zheng Wu's tone was polite, but the white-faced monk in the sky was furious.

The people around him were only in the magic realm. It was impossible to tell that Zheng Wu was already a senior monk in the magical power realm, so he thought he was a heretic monk from somewhere.

Pointing at Zheng Wu, he shouted sternly: "Where did this wild monk come from? Do you have the right to speak for yourself? Who are you? You are here to cultivate Buddhism!"

Zheng Wu took the black spear from Xuandu's hand and threw it out. The tip of the spear even drew streaks of lightning and ran towards the white-faced monk.

The monk in the air couldn't dodge, and was directly hit by the spear point through his chest. Before his body hit the ground, he was smashed to pieces by the Ming Wang summoned by Zheng Wu's Ming Wang curse, leaving only his soul to escape.

"Who are you, you dare to point me out!"

Zheng Wu was already angry with Buddhism in the Buddhist world. His anger doubled after being rejected by Xuandu and Jiang Liu'er, and his anger doubled again because of Wang Huai's constant jokes along the way.

The white-faced monk's angry rebuke was nothing at all, but it was the last straw that ignited the karma in Zheng Wu's heart, causing him to burst into Buddhist anger and beat the white-faced monk to a crisp.

As the white-faced monk's body was destroyed, Zheng Wu finally let out a bad breath.

Putting his hands together, he lowered his head and said, "Sin, sin, sin."

"Zheng Wu, everyone has been wiped out by you, so stop pretending to be compassionate here." Wang Huai said with a wicked smile.

"Buddhas also have anger, so there is no false compassion. To be honest, I have long disliked Buddhism in this world. If you kill them all, you must be unjust, but there should be no problem in beating one up occasionally. Xuandu, Jiang Liu'er, what do you think?

Yes or no?"

"Master is right!" Xuandu and Jiang Liu'er knelt on the deck and shouted in unison.

"It's good that you understand, but why do you have to kneel down to talk?"

"Not doing so is not enough to show our respect for the master."

"It's weird. Keep walking."

Jiang Liu'er didn't feel much about Zheng Wu's attack just now.

He just felt that Zheng Wu's action just now was too handsome and his posture was too graceful. His smooth bald head shone like a bright moon in the dark night, making people want to kneel down to prevent the opponent from killing him.

Xuandu looked at the spear in his hand and felt like he was dreaming.

My own Buddha-killing spear is designed to destroy Buddhist magic and cannot be touched by serious monks.

But Zheng Wuyi's powerful Buddhist magic power could actually exert twice the power of his Buddha-killing Spear, which surprised him.

"Master Zheng, could it be that you are still a hidden demon?" Xuandu couldn't help but ask.

"What's the joke?" Zheng Wu asked with eyes wide open, "Set the boat."

"OK."

Xuandu held his spear and pointed it at the stone at the bottom of the river. The boat immediately flew out and sailed into the distance.

Although the white-faced monk's physical body was destroyed, his spirit was still there.

Cultivation in the Buddhist world does not require magical objects, but the law of reincarnation also exists.

The portal to the illusory Buddhist kingdom in the air opened wide, and the white-faced monk's soul was directly sucked into it, and then sent to a blood pool in a Buddhist temple to wake up.

Climbing out of the pool of blood, the white-faced scholar gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Xuandu, you actually attacked me while I wasn't paying attention!"

He didn't believe that it was Zheng Wu who killed him. He thought that Xuandu used Zheng Wu's hand to carry out a sneak attack, and his mind had been taken to the wrong place.

After reincarnation, the white-faced scholar looks only five years old. All his magic power has dissipated, and he will need to practice again later.

After walking out of the gate, he immediately found the abbot of the Buddhist temple and asked him to pass on the order. Not long after, several great monks came here.

Seeing the white-faced scholar shrinking in size, several eminent monks were shocked and asked quickly: "Sir, what's going on with you? Where did the master come from to push you into reincarnation!"

"That's right, the man who once said that his escape skills are excellent and will never enter reincarnation actually falls into reincarnation. What's going on!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could you, your lord, be so wise and powerful, and enter reincarnation!"

The white-faced monk's face turned even paler.

But he also knew that now was not the time to worry about his face, so he could only hold back his anger and said: "Send the order, Xuandu is back."

Several eminent monks were all young, and they all looked at a loss after hearing about Xuandu.

"Who is Xuandu?"

"It's normal that you don't know. Back then, when Buddhism was not divided into multiple Buddhist kingdoms due to ideas, the great abbot Huiyuan of Buddhism designated that after his death, his successor would be Xuandu. However, Xuandu later rebelled against Buddhism and took away the

The Buddhist magical weapon is the Buddha's Killing Spear. Because the successor left, Buddhism was divided into several Buddhist kingdoms, eventually forming the current situation."

Several eminent monks looked at each other doubtfully, and then said: "Didn't that happen a hundred years ago? How could this person live for a hundred years without experiencing reincarnation?"

"I don't know. Rumor has it that the other party has received the pure body of the demon, so he has an extra long life. Now that he comes back, there may be another catastrophe. If the order continues, no matter what, he needs to be stopped or even killed."

"clear."

The white-faced monk asked his subordinates to leave. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, so he walked into the depths of the monastery.

The bottom floor of the Zen monastery is a small Zen room. The room is brightly lit, and the walls are covered with portraits of various eminent monks. There are also ever-burning lamps and sesame oil, which are worshiped day and night.

Sitting down in the middle of the Zen room, the white-faced monk Yuanshen flew out, resonated with the Buddha statues on the six walls, and instantly made contact with other monks.

"Haha, why is it you, suddenly looking for us? What's the matter?"

When he heard the greetings from others, the white-faced monk said without any nonsense, "Xuandu is back."

After a moment of silence, someone snorted coldly: "After a hundred years, he is willing to give up. But what does it matter if he comes back? Just kill him."

"That's right, no one else knows about Huiyuan, so what's the use of him coming back?"

"The main task now is to restart the demon. I heard that the external situation has changed and a new force is rising. This is also an opportunity for the ten of us."

"That's right. All the people in the world are livestock, and they are all the material for my Buddhism. Let's take this opportunity to harvest the last wave, so that we can transcend this world and ascend to the world with glory."

"That makes sense."

The white-faced monk closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said: "Yes, our goal is to cooperate with the outside demons to harvest the creatures of this world. Xuandu is afraid that he is vaguely aware of our plan, so he took this action. I was there before

I was attacked by him, and now I am reincarnated, and my magic power is not as good as before. So colleagues, please take action to kill this person."

"It's easy to talk about, then I'll take action myself."

An abbot chuckled lightly, his tone was quite casual, and he regarded Xuandu's life as if it were an ant, and he could take it away at will.

I heard the sound of secret thoughts coming out, but it was this monk who took action, preparing to take Xuandu's life from thousands of miles away.

But after a while, the monk only heard a "Hey" sound, followed by a scream.

Then, there were screams one after another, which frightened the hearts of those who heard it.

I don't know how long it took, but there was another scream, followed by a stranger's voice: "Hmph, you monks know a lot about the secret method of transmitting sounds across thousands of miles."

"Who are you!" a monk asked fearfully.

"none of your business!"

"How could you be so rude? I would never blame you!"

"It's none of my business! I just want to tell you that I'm covering up Xuandu. If you don't accept it, just come to me. That's it!"

Then, the white-faced monk suddenly felt a great crisis and jumped out of the Zen room.

A white lotus bloomed behind him, and the angry flames ignited the entire Zen room, making him feel frightened.

This is definitely not Xuandu’s power!

Who could it be!

The white-faced scholar was lucky enough to escape, but several others were not so lucky.

Zheng Wu's magical object is the White Jade Lotus. Although its innate weight is not high, after Zheng Wu was promoted to the magical realm, his supernatural powers also improved by leaps and bounds.

Each lotus petal can perform incredible Buddhist magic.

Although it will take a lot of time to reconstruct later, the most important thing for Buddhist monks is time.
To be continued...