Chapter Twelve Daoist Confucianism Breaks King Kong
As soon as he came out of the Sea of Vajra, Fahai suddenly felt his eyes darken. He looked up and saw black clouds rolling in the direction of the Poison Flame Swamp a hundred miles away, with numerous ghosts and shadows covering almost half of the sky.
"How many ghosts are here?"
Seeing the army of ghosts like black clouds looming over the city, faint cries of ghosts and howls could be heard in the ears, and Fahai couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Since there is not much conflict of interest, Fahai has not paid much attention to the Buzhou Ghost Clan. He has only heard from people that the Buzhou Ghost Clan was originally the weakest force among demons and ghosts, but for some reason, its strength has increased sharply in thousands of years, and it has become faintly visible.
It has the potential to become the largest clan in the state.
As we all know, the source of the ghost clan is mainly the fierce ghosts in Buzhou who have not entered the six realms of reincarnation. The living environment in Buzhou is cruel, and there are many ghosts produced every day, but there are very few people who have not entered the six realms of reincarnation. Therefore, the number of ghost tribes has always been small, and can be in the thousands.
The number of ghosts has increased dramatically over the years. Someone must have tampered with the cycle of life and death in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
After contacting the identity of the ghost monk Yunhun, Fahai knew that this must be the work of the "Six Paths of Samsara Sutra", one of the three major Buddhist scriptures of Tianlong Temple, which is as famous as the "Dragon Mahasthamaprapta Bodhi Sutra" in Fahai's hand.
Although Fahai's strength is due to the "Dragon Mahasthamaprapta Bodhi Sutra", one of the three major scriptures of Tianlong Temple, Fahai personally avoids Tianlong Temple. Firstly, Tianlong was so powerful back then.
However, the temple suffered a calamity of destruction. The people who targeted Tianlong Temple
There are no people or forces that Fahai can offend at all; both of them, although Tianlong Temple is a Mahayana Buddhist school, it adheres to the concept of killing to protect lives, acts in extreme ways, and is incompatible with the Central Plains Buddhism. In order to be able to get along well in the Central Plains, Fahai does not want to get along with it.
Tenryuji Temple involves too much.
Therefore, even when he arrived in Buzhou and learned of the existence of the disciples of Tianlong Temple, Fahai still avoided it.
Unexpectedly. This time the other party did come to the door on his own initiative, and as soon as he came up, he kidnapped the young and old of the Xuankongshan Dragon Clan and threatened him. It was obvious that the person who came here was evil.
"This time it was really a miscalculation..."
With a frown on his face, Fahai already rose into the sky and flew towards the Poisonous Flame Swamp.
A wise man will always make mistakes. Even if Fahai had exhausted all his mechanisms, he never expected that Cheng Yaojin, the ghost clan, would be killed on the way. When he was about to take action against the Shenyao Dynasty, he would create such a fool for him.
However, no matter how unhappy he is, the Hanging Mountain Dragon Clan is of great significance to Fahai. Even if he is passive at this time, Fahai must face it.
A land of hundreds of miles is here in an instant.
Just as Fahai flew over the Poison Flame Swamp, the dark clouds parted in an instant, and as the cold wind surged, a mountain-like ghost figure shrouded in black mist pushed through the clouds and descended from the sky, carrying bursts of evil Sanskrit sounds, heading straight towards Fahai.
Come.
"The six paths fall together, all ghosts howl, there is no way to achieve anything, all appearances are destroyed!"
As the evil Sanskrit sound sounded, the mountain-like ghostly figure approaching Fahai suddenly changed, and his figure rose thousands of feet in the storm. It turned into a glaring Vajra shrouded in ghostly aura. Without saying a word, he swung the giant demon-conquering pestle in his hand and struck the head.
It hit Fahai.
In an instant, the wind was as dark as the mountains, and the sky and the earth became dark.
"Buddha manifests. Vajra Dharma form?!"
Seeing the angry-eyed Vajra approaching as if he had transformed into a demon, Fahai had no time to think. He moved forward instead of retreating, and activated the Taixu Six Techniques and the Heavenly Dragon's Light Escape Technique.
"Those who guard the void, guard what they don't attack."
The person with the Vajra Dharma has great power and an indestructible body. Therefore, Fahai will naturally not confront him head-on. With one step, his body has turned into a wisp of breeze and attached to the demon-conquering giant pestle. Let the evil ghost Vajra
Even if he keeps swinging the huge pestle, he can't hurt Fahai in the slightest.
Fahai has reached the sixth level of cultivation. In terms of the purity and strength of his magic power, it is not weaker than the ordinary fifth-level Buddhist cultivators. In addition, he has Taixu Liujue, which integrates the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism, to control all kinds of magical weapons on his body.
, not afraid of the ordinary fourth-grade Buddhist cultivators at all.
The so-called breaking through a hundred tricks with one force requires more than a hundred times the mana cultivation level to achieve it. There are many monks in Buzhou who can play with Fahai to break through a hundred tricks with one force, but the fourth-level ghost cultivator in front of him obviously does not have such overwhelming ability.
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Therefore, there is no need for Fahai to continue to entangle with him.
"To attack the weak, attack what is not defended."
Just when the evil ghost Vajra missed several hits and wanted to collect the pestle and use his magical power, Fahai's figure reappeared in front of the pestle, and with a little finger, the swastika vortex formed by the awe-inspiring intention suddenly appeared, and the power of shifting stars and turning around was lashed out.
Fang Qiu.
The Taoist sect pays most attention to using emptiness to destroy reality and softness to overcome hardness, while the Confucianism sect balances the power, moves the stars and fights, and the two merge, instantly causing the demon-subduing giant pestle filled with the power of the great hero to change direction and reverse, hitting the evil spirit hard.
The ghost vajra is indestructible.
The great hero's power collided with his indestructible body, and he used his spear to attack his shield. Suddenly the spear broke and the shield split. The Vajra Dharma, which can be regarded as the natal supernatural power of the fourth-level Buddhist cultivator, was actually broken by the sixth-level cultivator Fa Hai in one fell swoop.
"boom"
With a shocking loud noise, the majestic mountain-like evil ghost Vajra body suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless death energy and black light overflowing.
It is the ultimate Confucianism and the breaking of King Kong!
As the ghost energy dispersed, a thin figure of a monk, filled with endless surprise and unwillingness, spurted blood and flew thousands of feet backwards, disappearing into the clouds.
"Is this the way the ghost tribe treats guests?" Fa Hai did not take advantage of the victory to pursue his victory, but just stood in the void with a calm expression, looking calm and calm.
"Amitabha, it depends on whether the donor is qualified to be a guest of our ghost clan..."
Following the solemn chant of the Buddha, the black mist of death above the clouds suddenly dissipated, revealing countless white-bone treasure wheels suspended in the air. The treasure wheels were like stars densely scattered in the sky, almost innumerable. Above each white-bone treasure wheel
There are hundreds of ghost cultivators standing there. Each ghost cultivator is a Yang ghost of eighth grade or above. There are so many ghosts that you can't see the end at a glance.
"Looking at the momentum, there are no less than 100,000 ghost cultivators, so they think highly of me."
Even though Fahai has always been calm, facing such a large army of death, it is difficult to calm down.
At this moment, a giant treasure wheel that was a thousand feet in size and made entirely of skulls emerged from the ghost army with a strange light of Buddha, and flew a hundred feet in front of Fa Hai.
On top of the giant wheel, a tall and majestic monk stands in the wind. The monk is wearing a worn black baht robe and six-hole sandals. He is lightly twisting a string of white bone rosary beads with Zen light in one hand, and clasping one palm of his hand on his chest.
, with a face like the autumn moon, thick eyebrows and heavy eyes, eyes flashing with lightning, looking directly at Fahai.
What surprised Fahai the most was that the monk's head was actually covered with skeleton relics. Each skeleton relic seemed to be alive, whining with the sound of the wind, just like the howling of ghosts and the crying of Tathagata.
With Fahai's eyesight, it was impossible to see through the depth of the monk's cultivation, but he instinctively felt a sense of danger.
"I have met the prison master in Canghai Yifanxuan. I am indifferent to Miao Dao and the nobles have always been at odds with each other. I wonder why the master wants to make things difficult for no reason?" Although I felt that this monk was not easy to mess with, he was aggressive and made things difficult for him at every turn.
Even if Fa Hai is calm, his heart is still rising.
Although Fahai's tone was polite, his attitude was not low, as if he placed his indifferent and wonderful way on par with the five tribes of the tribe.
"Amitabha, in the land of Buzhou, strength is respected, and making things difficult is a gift from the strong to the weak. Weak people, either bend your knees to accept the gift, or use your strength to win dignity!"
ps: At the end of the year, I am busy with mundane affairs. I went to the province for a meeting these days. I just came back and updated the previous chapter. (To be continued...)