When Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng arrived at Jubaozhai, the entire Jubaozhai gate was surrounded by people.
Jubaozhai's guards were guarding the gate, and all guests were prohibited from entering. There were signs that were suspended at the door.
Everyone was talking about what was going on in Jubaozhai.
Since Jubaozhai opened in this capital, I have never heard of any suspension of business.
Both of them looked at the sky above Jubaozhai, where golden light surged up from the inside of Jubaozhai, illuminating Jubaozhai like a golden palace.
The sound of wooden fish and the sound of chanting scriptures are transmitted from it.
However, after these two sounds were transmitted, the effect of the soul will was not erased.
Obviously, this was done by the people inside.
Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold, and the bald donkey gathered all the power of saving power in the courtyard where he lived, hoping to save Yue Yao and Su Lan.
"Stop, business is suspended today. Except for insiders of my Jubaozhai, no one is allowed to enter!"
Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng were blocked by two guards while at the door.
"I am your chief manager's friend. I came here today for her! You should be very clear about her current situation and get out of here quickly!"
"Young Master Jun, we naturally recognize you. It's just that this matter is the internal affairs of my Jubaozhai. Outsiders should not interfere. It's better for you to wait outside." A guard came out of Jubaozhai.
"Internal affairs?" Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold and said, "As the chief supervisor of Jubaozhai's capital, Su Lan is now trapped in your Jubaozhai. What is the reason? What mistake did she make?
, was treated like this?"
The guard chief said calmly: "Young Master Laojun is troubled. Our senior officials of Jubaozhai have their own reasons for their actions."
Jun Wuxie felt angry, and the golden blood qi rushed from his palms and fingers in an instant, and he was about to take action.
At this time, a Buddha's name came from inside.
"Amitabha."
A young monk with beautiful eyebrows and eyes folded his hands and walked out of it.
Every time his footsteps fall, golden Buddha light blooms.
After the Buddha's lights bloomed under his feet, they flowed backwards and gathered on top of his head, and recurred in this way, forming an oval golden light shield.
On the light shield, there was Sanskrit shining, moving with the flowing golden light, making him look divine.
In an instant.
In front of Jubaozhai, everyone's eyes were all focused on the young monk.
In places like the capital of Dazhou, monks are rarely seen.
It is said that Buddhism is only popular in the Western Regions in the Eastern Wilderness Continent, and all of those Buddhists have very powerful abilities.
The Western Regions are thousands of miles away from the Southern Regions, so how could Buddhists come here?
Just as everyone was speculating, the young monk with beautiful eyes spoke.
"The donor is full of anger and has anger in his heart. If it is because of Master Huiyuan, the donor may have misunderstood."
He clasped his hands together and said to Jun Wuxie calmly, with his face full of sincerity and compassion.
"Misunderstanding?" Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, looked straight into the young monk's eyes, and said, "Su Lan and my sister are trapped inside by your uncle. Do you think this is a misunderstanding?"
"Amitabha, the Buddha wanted to save the world from suffering, and was often misunderstood." The young monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Huiyuan is a great wise monk. He did this to help the two female donors escape from the sea of suffering.
You can see the other side."
"You said the sea of suffering and the other shore?" Jun Wuxie sneered: "They clearly don't want it, but you forcibly trapped them in that small courtyard and forced them to be saved by scriptures every day. This is your Buddhist sect.
Compassionately?"
"Amitabha." The young monk preached the Buddha's name and said calmly: "Let my sister have wisdom and are born with a fate with the Buddha. She is destined to be a Buddhist and may attain the Bodhisattva's fruit in the future. However, Lin Xiao still doesn't know that
Uncle Huiyuan had no choice but to do so. Everything was planned for Ling Mei's future."
"So, should I thank you?"
Jun Wuxie's eyes became deeper, and the anger in his heart had already burned.
What kind of bullshit logic is this?
It seems that the truth of the world is in their mouths, and they must do whatever they say. They can do whatever they want, without asking others' wishes. Even if it is forced to suppress it, it is a matter of compassion.
"Amitabha, if the donor can be grateful, it is the best. If all sentient beings in this world know how to be grateful and understand the great compassion of my Buddha to save the world..."
Boom!
Before the young monk could finish his words, a terrible cold light suddenly burst out from Jun Wuxie's deep eyes.
His momentum rose in an instant, and the golden blood in his body boiled. The Yuanshi soldiers moved, like an angry ancient wild beast, rushing directly towards the young monk.
Suddenly.
The dragon roared and the tiger roared, shaking Jubaozhai.
The real dragon and tiger rushed forward with his body.
The dragon and tiger fist seal exploded the space, and the violent blood energy instantly shocked the guards at the door and the two guards, and vomited blood.
A sound of it.
His fist hit the golden light shield on the surface of the young monk's body, and a harsh metal tremolo sounded, as if it was hitting the steel.
The young monk's body-protecting Buddha light fluttered violently, and his legs slipped against the ground for more than ten meters.
"Amitabha!"
A shock flashed in his eyes, but then he became very calm again.
He walked towards Jun Wuxie and said, "The donor's evil spirit is devouring his heart, and he may become a demon. The little monk adheres to the compassion of my Buddha and is willing to resolve the evil spirit in his heart for the donor and eliminate the evil spirit demon."
He clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures. Countless Sanskrits rushed out of his mouth, gathering swastika notes, turning into a demon-subduing pestle in the air, flashing with the blazing golden Buddha light, and slamming down at Jun Wuxie.
Jun Wuxie waved his hand and condensed a touch of the red dust sword energy, and cut the demon-subduing pestle into two pieces with one sword!
At the same time, he rushed forward, raised his hands high, and the Hongchen sword intent rushed into a giant sword, and buzzed and killed it.
The young monk's face was solemn, and he still put his hands together. The scriptures were heard constantly. Countless Sanskrits rushed out of his mouth, and they intertwined them in front of him to form a Buddhist and Taoist formation diagram.
The array diagram rotates, and the center evolves into huge swastikas, and Sanskrit is densely spread around the swastikas.
The entire array map was rotating, like pushing the invisible mountain forward and crushing, facing Jun Wuxie's sword energy.
There was a loud bang.
The sword energy collided with the Sanskrit array diagram.
The gorgeous golden light species and the golden energy after waves hit all directions like waves.
Snap!
The array map was full of cracks, and after only a moment of persistence, it was split into pieces.
The sword energy slashed forward and killed it on the young monk's body-protecting Buddha light.
The light of the body-protecting Buddha shattered like a glass cover that was hit hard.
The young monk flew backwards on the spot and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Your body is like a strong wind, and you will be bullied.
Before the young monk could stabilize his body, he locked his shoulder blades and threw him out of Jubaozhai.
He followed like a shadow, and the young monk's body was thrown away, almost walking close to his body. Before he could land, he raised his palms and fingers with golden blood flowing storm on him.
There was a bang.
The young monk's body was bombarded and hit the ground hard, causing the earth outside Jubaozhai to tremble a few times.
The ground was sinking, and half of the monk's body was sinking into the ground, and bright red blood flowed out of his cracked body.
Everyone was shocked.
In just a short time, this Jun Wuxie is even more terrifying than before.
With every move, it is like a mountain swelling over the ground. The force between the fists and palms is solid and heavy, domineering and fierce!
"Donor, how can you not respect Buddha?"
The young monk was bleeding from his mouth. When he saw Jun Wuxie's golden fist hitting down, his pupils contracted violently, he scolded him angrily.
"Buddha? Are you worthy of calling yourself a Buddha?" Jun Wuxie's fist hit the young monk with a bang, directly piercing through his body-protecting Buddha light, causing his chest to collapse and blood to squirt.
"The Buddha does have great wisdom and great compassion, but you believers have entered the path of devil!" Jun Wuxie pinched the monk's neck, lifted him up and knelt on the ground, and thrust his big mouth up, saying,
: "I see that your blood and qi are blocked in your body. If you spend time, you may lose your life. Only by whipping your body can you clear your blood and qi and save your life!"
After he finished speaking, he slapped the young monk in the face again.
The young monk's pretty facial features were immediately twisted and ferocious, his face was blooming, bloody, and his back teeth were all broken.