Xiao Chenfeng returned to his residence on Tiansi Street and found that Mo Qingxi was still practicing.

"What a cultivator." Xiao Chenfeng chuckled.

A night of silence.

On the second day, the Dharma Conference officially began.

In the early morning, residents on Tiansi Street flocked to the temple at the end of Tiansan Street.

Xiao Chenfeng held Mo Qingxi's hand and walked among the crowd, naturally attracting many envious and jealous eyes.

Mr. Mo did not stay with them, but went to join in the fun with his old friends.

Today, the tall temple gate of Tianmen Temple is open, and people enter the temple in an orderly manner.

There are a hundred and eight magnificent temples in the temple, with red walls and green tiles, row after row. Among the temples, there are many ancient trees with trunks like horny dragons. Strange flowers and plants are everywhere. The unique fragrance of sandalwood in the temple is also

Mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, it is refreshing.

Accompanied by the long tolling of bells, a series of heavenly Zen chants came out from the huge main hall, and what was being sung was "Maha Prajna Paramita".

The sound was continuous, centered in the main hall and spreading to all directions. It was magnificent and vast, and had a strange magical power that could make people feel calm.

On the tall door of the main hall, there is a huge plaque several meters long, which reads "Dayu Buddha Hall" in four straight gilt characters. In the center of the hall, there is a fifty-meter-high golden Buddha statue with four heads.

Look solemn.

This Buddha statue is not the Sakyamuni, Maitreya, Guanyin, etc. seen in ordinary temples. If the Buddha statue had not had a bare head, it would be no different from a Taoist priest with a Taoist spirit.

Dozens of monks sat around the foot of the Buddha statue, chanting scriptures. In front of them was a group of devout Buddhist believers, most of whom were ordinary people, sitting upright on futons.

The main hall could accommodate hundreds of people, but it was packed at the moment. Xiao Chenfeng and Mo Qingxi could only stand on the edge of the main hall and look inside.

Xiao Chenfeng took a moment to look at these monks who were chanting sutras, feeling the vague power of faith in them, and couldn't help but shake his head.

In addition to gods, Buddhist disciples also have the ability to use the power of faith to practice. However, the power of faith in these monks is almost negligible, and they are not even considered entry-level Buddhist disciples.

Xiao Chenfeng raised his head again and squinted his eyes to look at this extremely tall four-headed Buddha statue. Feeling the strong power of faith in the Buddha statue, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The divine aura he felt yesterday was now coming from this Buddha statue, which meant that this Buddha statue was the image of that deity. Because he was closer to the Buddha statue at this moment, Xiao Chenfeng felt that the deity in the Buddha statue had fallen into a trap.

In deep sleep, the fire of the true spirit is almost scattered.

The power of faith formed by the devout thoughts of hundreds of Buddhist believers in the main hall converged into the Buddha statue like flowing water. Even the power of faith in other temples was drawn into this Buddha statue, maintaining this name.

The true spirit of the gods is immortal.

In the Ziwei Star Territory in the previous life, if a god did not have the protection of the sect, it would be difficult to escape the fate of being captured unless he was extremely powerful.

The gods are completely composed of pure spiritual bodies. In the eyes of monks, the gods are an extremely delicious tonic. Whether it is directly absorbing the spiritual power from the gods, or refining the gods into clones, it is of great help in tempering the soul.

Especially the latter, with a god as a clone, you can draw spiritual power from the god's clone at any time, which will be of endless use.

However, the fighting power of gods is also extremely powerful. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to conquer a god. However, this god is sleeping deeply and its strength is greatly reduced. It is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Xiao Chenfeng.

If this god is refined into a clone, Xiao Chenfeng believes that his strength can be immediately increased by 30%.

Xiao Chenfeng looked at the Buddha statue without changing his expression, but he was very excited in his heart.

Dharma activities such as preaching and praying lasted until noon.

The competition is finally about to begin.

For the warriors and warlocks, this ceremony really kicks off.

In the afternoon of that day, crowds had already gathered in the square outside the small town, and a ring had been set up in the square.

The arena was surrounded by monks with bulging muscles. Each one looked like a glaring King Kong, majestically scanning the people around them. These were monks from Tianmen Temple, maintaining order at the scene.

Everyone under the ring looked excited and full of anticipation.

Every time there is a dharma meeting, there are many masters who are rarely seen on ordinary days. Battles of this level are almost impossible to encounter on ordinary days.

But at this moment, everyone was looking around, expecting the first person to enter the ring.

For a long time, no one dared to move. At this time, a low and hoarse voice sounded.

"Since no one is going up, you're welcome!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and they all looked at an old man in black. The crowd around the old man immediately dispersed, looking at him with shocked expressions.

The old man in black had a wrinkled face covered with abscesses, his hair was withered and yellow, and his eyes were only the size of soybeans. He looked extremely terrifying.

The old man in black chuckled lightly, jumped up, and landed on the ring, his eyes provokingly looking at everyone in the audience.

"It's the Five Poisons old monster!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

"It turned out to be him. Legend has it that this old man was a master of witchcraft, and his strength reached the peak of internal energy. Later, in order to practice poison, he took five poisons and five-color flowers. The five poisons backfired, and his state was reduced to the level of internal energy. However, he was fused with blood and poison, and the poison

The Dharma is great, and the strength does not fall but rises." Someone exclaimed loudly.

"Haha, Uncle Master is always strong, even if the Grand Master takes action." Wu Song in the audience, whose face was somewhat pale due to the secret technique he used yesterday, had a proud smile. He looked around and chuckled: "Uncle Five Poisons, I am a wizard.

Sect elder, it will be difficult to find someone to resist if the master doesn't show up."

Some knowledgeable people were suddenly shocked.

Although the Wumen is not as good as the great sects such as Tianshi Dao, it can sit in the position of elder. Although its strength is not as good as that of the Grandmaster, it is enough to intimidate the party.

At this moment, everyone looked at the old man in surprise.

"Master Mu, is this person really that powerful?" the old man in Tang suit from the Hong family in Zhejiang Province asked in a low voice to the Bajiquan warrior beside him.

"In the past, after his level declined, his enemies came to visit him. A total of one master with peak internal strength and two masters with great internal strength were all brutally killed by him!"

The Bajiquan warrior said in a deep voice, with a slightly solemn look in his eyes.

Everyone around him took a deep breath. Three strong men were actually killed by him.

Then, the Bajiquan warrior's eyes flickered, looking at the ugly old man on the ring, and said confidently: "However, he is not my opponent."

The last sentence roared out like a subwoofer.

As soon as he finished speaking, he left an afterimage on the spot and suddenly jumped out, like an arrow from a string, and landed on the ring.

The old man in black, known as the Five Poison Old Monster, looked at the menacing Bajiquan warrior, his bean-sized eyes flashed with a green light, and he said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Another one who doesn't know how to live or die."

The old monster of Five Poisons laughed ferociously, flinging out his long black sleeves, and the colorful mist spurted out from the sleeves, turning into an illusory colorful snake, opening its ferocious poisonous mouth to bite the Bajiquan warrior.

When someone under the ring saw this, he felt something bad and shouted: "Quickly disperse, this is the old monster's five poisonous gases, it will be hurt if it touches it."

"Never breathe it into your body!"

Everyone in the audience, with the ring as the center, retreated ten meters away from the ring.

The Bajiquan warrior's eyes are focused, his body is like a stretched bow, and he strikes eight palms in front of him. Each strike is like a strong bow shooting an arrow, and the palms generate wind. The Bajiquan warrior's clothes are hunting, and the wind surges in front of him.

Transformed into a wind dragon.

puff!

The illusory colorful snake met the violent wind dragon. The colorful snake rolled away, then dispersed and turned into flying smoke, disappearing without a trace.

"good!"

The audience burst into applause.

"It moves like a stretched bow and fires like thunder. It is indeed the Bajiquan." The old monster of the Five Poisons said with some surprise when he saw that his Five Poison Qi was dispersed.

The Bajiquan warrior stood with his hands behind his back. He was tall and strong, dressed in hunting clothes, and his eyes were like lightning. He said confidently: "I have been practicing this move 'Wind and Sunrise Palm' for more than ten years. The poisonous energy is not strong enough to hurt me.

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"Open the door Baji! Open!"

The Bajiquan warrior shouted loudly, his body leaped out, his fist was like a shooting star, his waist was like a snake, he punched out and pointed directly at the face of the old monster of Five Poisons.

His punch is extremely powerful, and is called the "Straight to Heaven Cannon" in Bajiquan. As its name suggests, this move is so fast that even the air is torn apart, making a roaring sound like a cannon popping out of a chamber.

"court death!"

The Five Poison Old Monster roared fiercely, without changing his expression. He raised his right hand, which was as dry as a bone claw, and suddenly struck it with a palm. It was the powerful and heavy "stone-throwing hand".

The Wumen is originally a martial arts sect, and they use the power of totems to polish their bodies, making their bodies stronger than ordinary warriors.

But when the old monster of Five Poisons touched the fist of the Bajiquan warrior, his right hand felt numb, and his heart suddenly sank, and he secretly screamed that it was terrible.

"The ground-reaching cannon" suppressed the "stele-throwing hand", and the Bajiquan warrior sneered. The head, shoulders, elbows, hands, tail, hips, knees, and feet moved forward in unison, implying the true meaning of the Baji. The offensive was like a violent storm, suppressing

The five-poison old monster was so breathless.

Wu Song in the audience saw that his uncle was at a disadvantage, his eyes widened, and he secretly shouted that this was impossible. The old monster of Five Poisons was also a well-known strong man in the Wumen, but at this moment he was suppressed by the Bajiquan warriors.

Hit.

The old monster of Five Poisons became more and more anxious as he fought, and his brain was spinning crazily, thinking of ways to defeat the Bajiquan warriors. But he found that the Bajiquan warriors' offensive was so smooth that water could not be poured in, and even if he tried to sneak attack with poisonous gas, he could not do it. Moreover, with his

At my current age, I simply cannot perform totem secrets that hurt others and myself.

Everyone in the audience could not take their eyes off it, it was so exciting.

"This man is the Bajiquan master of Zhejiang Province, and his reputation is throughout the coastal provinces and cities. A year ago, he single-handedly fought three jounin from Japan without losing." Someone told the origin of this Bajiquan warrior.
To be continued...