Zhu Ganglie sat upright above the hall, looking at Wu Feng below, listening to the old Taoist Wu Feng's words with a plain expression.

"Uncle Master, a year ago, a great monk named Fashan brought a group of singers to the Zhuzi Kingdom. After meeting him, he performed a demon dance, which seduced His Majesty and the officials in the city.

His Majesty specially ordered the construction of a Tianlong Temple for him.

From then on, this Dharma Shan suppressed the Taoist sects. Now countless ordinary Taoists have been captured to build the Tianlong Temple and carve the big Buddha. Only me and the little disciple are left in this huge Ziyun Temple!"

Wu Feng said indignant and helplessly, wanting Zhu Ganglie to make the decision for him.

"You get up! What kind of cultivation is that Dharma Good? How many Buddhist consciousnesses have you opened?"

Zhu Ganglie didn't say much, looked at Wu Feng lightly and asked.

"My nephew once competed with him. The monk had two consciousnesses, which was equivalent to the realm of manifestation. However, the demon dance of the singer around him was very powerful.

The monk preached that the singer around him was called Feitian. The Heavenly Demon Dance was created by the Buddhist Bodhisattva who refused to be seduced by the demons. He often watched it and could understand great wisdom! Therefore, everyone in Zhu Zi Kingdom was addicted to it and could not extricate himself.

Tonight at Tianlong Temple, Monk Fashan will hold a Heavenly Demon Dance."

"Well, since that's the case, I'll go and investigate and make a fool of myself. You can practice in observing for the time being!"

Zhu Ganglie pondered for a moment, and there was a scheming in his heart. This monk was not afraid of it. However, he had to investigate the so-called demon dance clearly.

I only learned about the extraterritorial demon from my senior brother not long ago, and I felt a little afraid of the demon.

While speaking, Zhu Ganglie stood up and left the Ziyun Temple, preparing to check out the so-called Etian Demon Dance.

When he got up, the Taoist robe that Baye Xiangyun turned into a slight change, turning into a long cloak, and Zhu Ganglie became a handsome young man.

This change made Xiao Daotong on the side envious, and looked at his master and asked, "Master, when will I have such ability?"

Wu Feng touched the boy's head with a pampered heart and said with a smile: "These are all people who can achieve immortality in the sect, and they have the ability to reach the sky and the earth.

You have excellent qualifications and will definitely become such a person in the future, but you must practice well!"

Zhu Ganglie didn't know that his changes led to a cause and effect in the future. At this time, he had already walked out of Ziyun Temple and came to Tianlong Temple.

The Tianlong Temple is vast, with a statue of Buddha about a hundred feet standing in the square, and countless believers around him bowing.

Zhu Ganglie looked at the Buddha statue and glanced lightly. A trace of Buddha's power penetrated, causing a huge incense power.

Zhu Ganglie was very unhappy and quickly involved them into the Qingyang ancient lamp, but he did not do too much, so as not to attract the attention of the Dharma Shan.

After Zhu Ganglie stayed at this Buddha statue for half a day. As night fell, teams of officers and soldiers began to clear the field, and a huge platform was placed on it.

However, when these officers and soldiers arrived, they seemed to have not noticed Zhu Ganglie and allowed him to stand under the Buddha statue.

When night falls, a faint Buddha light appears on the huge Buddha statue, illuminating the entire square and entrusting the Buddha statue to the extreme sacredness.

Zhu Ganglie looked at it lightly and showed a hint of laughter. The monk was funny and engraved the six-character mantra behind the Buddha statue.

However, this vision made many believers even more pious, following the light of Buddha.

After a while, everyone in Zhu Zi Kingdom arrived at the Tianlong Temple. A group of dignitaries sat cross-legged below, and Zhu Ganglie sat directly in the same place.

A moment later, on the platform, many women with hair combed into multiple braids, ivory Buddha crowns, garlands, long and short skirts of big red gauze, gold jackets, cloud shoulders, trousers, sashes, ribbons, shoes and socks, walked up to the platform.

These women are full of Buddhist atmosphere and are extremely beautiful.

The leader of the dancer holds a bell and a pestle in his hand, while the others hold a Gabala-like instrument.

Seeing these vessels, Zhu Ganglie narrowed his eyes and saw that these instruments were made of skulls.

Similar to magical instruments and talisman instruments, there is a faint evil aura.

When these flying dances, a faint sound of Sanskrit sounds sounded and poured into people's ears.

These Sanskrit sounds combined with these dances make people confused and gradually fall into an exciting, pious, and even crazy situation.

Zhu Ganglie glanced around lightly and saw that many people were already confused and looked crazy, and some people were even dancing.

Zhu Ganglie sighed softly, ignored it, and looked at the so-called flying sky above, gradually becoming solemn.

This demon dance is probably used by praise of the Buddha, but it is turned into a dance of mind that confuses people by the Dharma.

However, this is ineffective for me. Not to mention my current cultivation level, even the Buddhist teachings have also realized the consciousness.

Moreover, these so-called flying stars are mostly ordinary people, and they do not have much cultivation and are not afraid of them.

While Zhu Ganglie was looking at him, the women on the platform looked at Zhu Ganglie one after another, and the only one below was Zhu Ganglie sober.

This made him even more charming, and he wanted to arouse Zhu Ganglie's mind and let him also worship him in the Tianlong Temple.

"Forget it!"

Zhu Ganglie was too lazy to watch it. With a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind blew away, squirting away the women on the platform directly.

"Where are the evil demons and heretics who dare to come to the Buddha to make trouble!"

These women did not fly far away, a huge Buddha light shone out and caught them all. A young monk wearing a white monk's robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and holding a golden bowl, slowly walked out.

"You are the Dharma Shan, right? This Zhu Zi Kingdom is a sheltered place for my Taoist sect. My Taoist sect can't help but preach in Buddhism. Why do you hurt the people of my Taoist sect?"

Zhu Ganglie swept the monk and shouted coldly.

"The bull's nose came there, the old monk is a seated disciple of Zen Master Tianxing. It is a blessing for you to come here to preach. You can't be surprised by our sect quickly!"

Fashan smiled coldly, and the bowl in his hand emitted Buddha light, and his face was full of energy.

However, when Zhu Ganglie heard the words of Fashan, he glanced coldly. He was an authentic Taoist sect, and even if the Buddhist Bodhisattva arrived here, he could not harm the Taoist disciples.

Even if this Dharma is a disciple of the Buddha of Buddhism, he must abide by the rules of this, not to mention the Zen master.

I was too lazy to talk too much at the moment. When my wrist trembled, the Tianxing Sword Pill turned into a rocket and thundered.

"How dare you!"

Fashan shouted loudly, and the rosary in his hand was ejected, emitting dazzling light.

It just made Zhu Ganglie extremely disdainful. These rosary beads are afraid that they are not even considered magical instruments, and they are only carved with some Six-Son Great Ming Mantras.

As soon as the sword ball hit, the rosary was smashed directly.

This made Fashan feel very painful. The golden bowl in his hand suddenly raised and flew into the air, turning it up, emitting huge suction power, trying to absorb the Tianxing Sword Pill.

This purple gold bowl made Zhu Ganglie feel a little bit of his mind. It was powerful. He shook his hand and the Taoist robe that protected him flew out and turned into a huge river of heaven.

Rumbled, the waves above were surging, the waves were surging, and the cold was biting. With a sprint, the golden bowl wrapped in this huge river of heaven.

"You return my bowl, this is my master's treasure, you are seeking death!"

Fashan roared angrily, his body shook suddenly, and two circles of Buddha light appeared behind his head.

A circle of Buddha light fell on his hands, turning into a Buddha shovel, and one turned into a circle of treasure pagodas, guarding the head.

At the same time, Fashan jumped onto the top of the Buddha statue.

The huge Buddha was like a stream of faith pouring into the angrily Vajra transformed into this Dharma Good.

The body that he supported him became bigger and bigger and bigger.

When Zhu Ganglie saw the body transformed by Fashan, he showed a hint of joking. The other end of the Tianhe River held in his hand swelled again, and the huge force directly rushed away, smashing the huge Buddha directly.

The pieces turned into ice before they fell, and Fashan, who was sitting cross-legged on his head, was wrapped in this heavenly river.

The biting river water stirred the rolling waves to crush the treasure banner and Buddha shovel in Fashan's hand.

Fashan's body was also crushed by the water of the Tianhe River, and it was frozen into pieces of broken ice.

After Zhu Ganglie took back the waves, the broken ice fell on the ground and turned into powder all over the ground.

At the moment when Fashan was destroyed, an old monk's face changed drastically in a Buddhist temple deep in the mountains and shouted: "My disciple!"
Chapter completed!