An Ming's ears were deafening, his face was burning, and a black knife above his eyebrows was filled with coldness and murderous aura.

The person holding the sword is a hunched monk with a hunchbacked figure, a face that looks like a chicken skin, and one-eyed and evil face. He has the usual arrogance of a monk of this era, and his eyes are a little cold, "You guy, have you watched enough of the show."

An Ming hurriedly said, "Senior is the best, and you have no intention of despising the immortal. You just think that the immortal is a master of the generation, and your child has a wonderful spiritual roots. If you can become a master of the immortal position, you may become a good story in the world of cultivation."

The man holding the sword lifted An Ming's chin, "Boy, although Lao I was injured by the black dragon, my cultivation is in the Golden Pill stage. In an ordinary small sect, I can still bear it. As an ancestor, can I see what kind of spiritual roots you have? Just a waste of pseudo-spirited roots, you still have the face to say that your spiritual roots are wonderful, and you really don't know how rich the world."

An Ming tried to ease the atmosphere and said, "Senior, boy, I'm just a joke for you. In fact, I am a rich family. My family is very famous in Qinghe County. My father is the richest man in Qinghe County. In the past ten years, he was the richest man in the south. If you let me go, I can give you gold as high as me!"

The one-eyed evil old man holding the sword smiled grimly, "Boy, do you think that the Golden Elixir Ancestor like me lacks the gold and silver of your mortals? If I want, I can take all the gold and silver of your family for myself! Is it useful to say these now?"

Speaking of this, the old man raised his right hand, and the paint was black in his palm, and his five fingers gently lingered, aiming at An Ming's eyebrows, "You kid have witnessed the entire battle between me and the evil dragon. In order to protect my husband's reputation, I can only kill you. Go with peace of mind!"

"don't want--"

An Ming shouted, but the Jindan ancestor smashed his right hand and was heading towards his own sky gate. If nothing unexpected happens, An Ming will be scattered this time.

In a moment of life and death, An Ming suddenly remembered the emptiness and suffering of his life.

As a financial genius who has a good reading of poetry and learning from the world, he was able to do everything in the era of Earth. Later, when he was fifty, he traveled to another world. He thought he could create miracles again, but he found that there were immortals here, so he restrained his temper and became a human being. But even if he was so cautious, he could not escape this sword.

If I had known this, I would have let myself go, eat wine, drink meat in big chunks, lead dogs and eagles, seek flowers and willows, and it will be a day to enjoy it.

What a pity, there is no if.

An Ming had a long thought. After thinking for a while, he suddenly felt, "Oh, why am I still alive!"

Looking up, I saw a thin old hand holding the sharp black knife. In the courtyard not far away, it was raining like a pouring rain. The Jindan ancestor held his breath and stared at him with a strong momentum of a great enemy.

Something happened?

An Ming looked along his thin hands and saw only an old monk in his seventies, with white beards flying, wearing a robe with a flat white background and gold pattern.

At this moment, the Jindan ancestor in the courtyard said, "I can take my full blow to the third level of the golden elixir. The bald donkey looks a little good at it. I will report it to you. I will not kill the nameless person!"

The abbot closed his hands and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, I am a monk, Konghai."

As soon as this said, An Ming's mind changed, "Konghai, are you the abbot of Konghai who recites the Lankavatara Sutra next door every day?"

The abbot smiled and said, "Good, good. Donor, you are defeated by the evil dragon because you are not capable of your ability, but this is not the reason for you to take your anger on others. This little donor and you have never lived, but you want to draw people's souls and disperse people's souls. What is the difference between this method and evil cultivator?"

The Jindan ancestor laughed, "Bald donkey, that kid is just a fake spiritual root. If he lets go, he will not be able to accomplish anything! If you stop me from taking action, do you think I can't do anything to you?"

Abbot Kong Hai waved his sleeves and his voice was loud, "The heavy rain poured down, and it cannot extinguish the anger in the donor's heart. The defeat of the evil dragon cannot make the donor turn back. The donor has become deeply deviled, so I should save it."

When An Ming saw the old monk so tough, his eyes were moved for a moment and tears were filled with tears. He said that the monks were false compassion. Now it seems that he had met a real monk.

Seeing this, the Jindan Ancestor shook his hand and saw that there was a potted spiritual wood in his hand. The spiritual wood was thrown away, but it fell to the ground. The Jindan Ancestor laughed and said, "Today, 100,000 people died in Qinghe County, all because of you, a bald donkey. The thief, bald donkey, die!"

After the words came, the Jindan ancestor folded his hands together and shouted loudly, "Thousand-year-old locust spirit has become my magical power, forgive me!"

The next moment, the ground cracked and shattered, and huge vines spread out from the ground, and vines that were like snakes and dragons roared out. Almost instantly, An Ming's courtyard was in trouble.

At the critical moment, the old monk grabbed An Ming's neck with his hands, jumped a hundred steps, and hid in the temple next to An Ming's house.

The heavy rain poured down. An Ming looked at the terrifying vines spreading from the ground, crackling like countless octopus tentacles whipping wildly in all directions. A hundred feet around the yard, all businesses turned into ruins, and the ground cracked terrifying cracks. Heavy rain poured, lightning and thunder roared, and the entire Qinghe County turned into hell on earth.

An Ming was already shocked when he looked at this scene. Is this the strength of the Jindan ancestor?

Can a magic weapon destroy a piece of land?

However, faster, before the temple, the ground was shattered and the soil and rocks flew. A huge black shadow slowly climbed out. It was actually a terrifying giant tree dozens of feet long. The vines waved, covering the sky and the sun, and the vines smashed down towards the temple where An Ming was.

An Ming hurriedly lay down and hugged his head, but at the moment when the terrifying tree vines fell, a golden Buddha cover appeared around the small temple. The golden light was perfect, and the ripples spread, resisting the attack of the tree vine that was scattering its head.

The Jindan ancestor sat on the canopy of the giant tree, overlooking the Buddha temple below, laughing, "Bald donkey, how is my cultivation?"

In the Buddhist temple, Kong Hai's face was cold, "The donor retreated, today, I will start a massacre!"

An Ming subconsciously took a step back as he listened to the old monk's murderous words.

I saw that the old monk Konghai took a step slowly and he actually walked out of the barrier of the temple and stood in the heavy rain.

Seeing the old monk coming out, the evil Jindan cultivator was overjoyed, "Haha, old bald donkey, die!"

He blew down at the face, a terrifying tree vine as thick as two people roared down and smashed it down at Kōkai's bald head.

"Benefactor!" An Ming yelled hurriedly, "Come back!"

It was a while since the huge tree vine fell on the bald head of Kōkai.

Konghai raised his hand, and was impartial. His left ring finger and thumb twisted the terrifying vine. The old monk lowered his head and recited the sutra, "A flower, a world, a leaf, a Tathagata. All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should observe this way..."

Young Master An looked at the old monk chanting the mantra slowly, and he was so anxious. Master, can you make a seal more efficient? When you finish reciting it, the other person has already come here. Do you think this speed is turn-based?

However, it was too late and then it was soon.

The sound fell, and the golden Buddha flames on Kong Hai's left hand burned. In an instant, the Buddha fireworks roared upwards, following the vine and lingering at a speed that the naked eye could not capture.

"Buddhist Vajra Flame Finger!"

Seeing this, the ancestor above the tree canopy hurriedly broke the vine. The giant tree demon stepped back dozens of steps. I don’t know how many people were in trouble when they retreated.

Konghai stood in the heavy rain, and the raindrops fell on his cassock. The old monk picked up the flowers with one hand and raised his right hand. "I dare to show off my skills in carving and insects. The old monk wants to do his best today!"

"Great Powerful Tianlong!"

The four words "Dawei Tianlong" were drunk, and only the old monk's white robes were seen shattering inch by inch, and his thin shoulders appeared in An Ming's vision.

An Ming noticed that on the old monk's back, a golden dragon tattoo shone brightly, and the golden dragon tattoo released a dazzling light, and the tattoo seemed to come alive.

Tattooed monk?

Social monk?

Damn, An Ming suddenly became a little worried about the Golden Elixir Ancestor.

Not to mention anything else, just this tattoo, Kōkai has already beaten the evil cultivator in his momentum.

Sure enough, the evil cultivator Jindan ancestor on the other side looked at the tattoo of Konghai Golden Dragon and subconsciously whispered loudly, "The Heavenly Dragon Body, the Vajra's eyes are angry, Yanggang Buddhism, save all sentient beings! Are you from the Pure Land Buddhism Sect? How is it possible! How could there be a Pure Land monk in the Vajra Realm here! Didn't the Pure Land line disappear 80,000 years ago?"

The old monk was naked, and the golden dragon burned on his back. The golden dragon was scattered and wrapped around his arms. The old monk raised his arms and shook the sky suddenly, and he chanted loudly, "The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored One Ksitigarbha, the Vajra's eyes, the Heavenly Dragon is added, and Prajna Pa is coaxing!"

With a loud bang, Kōhai suddenly raised his hands, and only saw the terrifying golden dragon shadow on his arms rising into the sky, forming a huge golden dragon ten feet long above Kōhai's head. The next moment, Kōhai was shrouded in golden light. When the golden light dissipated, Kōhai disappeared, and there was only a Buddhist Vajra with ten feet of golden body!

The ten-foot Buddhist temple's golden body is as solid as the true Buddha, with golden eyes and golden face, with arms wrapped around the dragon, and a Buddha's crown behind it. The golden light is brilliant and the Buddha's energy soars into the sky!

Judging from this situation, the evil cultivator kicked the giant tree under him suddenly, "He actually cultivated into a ten-foot golden body, go!"

Judging from this situation, An Ming just wants to say, if he offended the abbot, he still wants to leave? Stay there!

When the Ten-Step Vajra Xuanzang faced the evil cultivator who was about to escape, he raised his hand and shouted angrily, "The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon, the World-Honored Ksitigarbha, the Arhat God Fist, and Prajnapa!"

The figure of the ten-foot Vajra suddenly accelerated, turned into a afterimage, and rushed towards the giant tree.

The evil cultivator hurriedly manipulated the giant tree magic weapon and waved thousands of vines to stop the Buddhist vajra.

But the power and speed of the Buddhist vajra blessed by the Heavenly Dragon will be the enemy of evil spirits.

Between the light of lightning and flint, where the fist light collapsed, the golden rainbow penetrated through the huge body of the giant tree.

An Ming looked at the terrifying golden light fist hole on the giant tree's body, which was unbelievable. One punch, one punch actually severely damaged the method tool. This intensity, An Ming silently recited, Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bombs, one breath, three thousand and six hundred revolutions, and great compassion to save the world!

But, is this over?

No!

Only the sound of Buddhist chants came from the giant tree's body.

"The great power dragon, the World-Honored Ksitigarbha, the great compassionate fist, Prajnapa is coaxed!"

"The great power dragon, the World-Honored Ksitigarbha, the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, Prajna Pa, and coax it!"

“…”

With the last punch, the ten-foot Vajra shuttled out of the tree demon's body. The Vajra looked back and the Buddha's light disappeared, turning back to the old monk's Konghai, with a golden dragon pattern tattoo on his back. He raised his head, looked at the evil cultivator of the golden elixir, and said in harmony, "Amitabha."

The next moment, dense golden cracks on the huge body of the giant tree cracked out from its body. The terrifying golden Buddha light was like the sunlight that shone through the dark clouds and instantly cut the huge locust tree's body into pieces. The evil cultivator of the golden elixir on the giant tree magic weapon opened his eyes wide. He didn't believe that he was the ending. However, no matter how many thoughts he thought, he disappeared completely without even explaining a last word.

The old monk looked at An Ming, who was already lying on the ground in the heavy rain, and was so shocked that his chin fell all over the ground. He smiled happily, "Donor, are you okay?"

Anming mechanically said, "Okay."

The old monk said, "Donor, how about the Buddhist teachings of me?"

Anming mechanically said, "Okay."

The old monk said, "I am old and I sit down and have a few disciples who serve tea and water. I wonder if the donor is willing to practice with the old monk?"

Anming mechanically said, "Okay."

The old monk smiled happily, "Amitabha, good, good."
Chapter completed!