The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 118
The long sword pierced through the air!

In this empty space, a black and white mottled sword light suddenly lit up, mighty and mighty, as straight as a galaxy, between the sky and the earth, the Buddha's light suddenly dimmed.

Only that stunning and extraordinary sword light, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, went forward indomitably, and submerged into the glazed golden body of the old monk with a mysterious and extraordinary trajectory.

In an instant, the Buddha's light flourished!
Immeasurable light bloomed from the old monk's body, and the compassionate look on the old monk's face was replaced by majesty and anger at this moment. The fire of karma burned from the old monk's surroundings, and the void of heaven and earth was cracked!
As the saying goes: Buddha has the state of Vajra subduing demons!
At this time, the old monk, like a wrathful-eyed Tathagata, showed the appearance of Vajra descending magic. With one palm, the palm suddenly became bigger and bigger, and in an instant, it could cover the sky and form a world of its own!
This kind of power is not terrifying, and the Buddhists say that you can hold the Buddha's country in your palm, and it is the same.

The big palm fell in front of him, only a few feet away from his face.

It was as if the sky was collapsing, and the terrifying power of the sudden collapse could not shake his mind at all.

Mo Li was upright in his green shirt, pointed his long sword obliquely, and said calmly, "Please let me go on my way."

Please let me go on the road!
As soon as a word is finished, visions suddenly appear!
Cracks, a terrifying crack that almost splits a person in half, appeared in front of this old monk who looked like a golden body of Buddha between the eyebrows in an instant, and quickly spread all over his body. In just a short time, the old monk's whole body seemed to be smashed into pieces. Like the glass, there are shocking cracks everywhere, which seem to be broken when touched.

Sword energy, endless sword energy, surged out from these cracks, and scattered in all directions. In an instant, it smashed the void here, and it was crumbling!
And that big palm stopped in mid-air, motionless.

"Amitabha!"

A sound of the Buddha's trumpet came, but the old monk withdrew his palms, folded his palms together, and nodded slightly at Li Li, but there was a wry smile on his face.

At this moment, all the strange images on his body disappeared, he said in a deep voice: "The determination of the benefactor's will is the only thing I have seen in my life, and the old monk has never misjudged anyone..."

At this point, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he spread his hands. Immediately, his body turned into countless pieces and collapsed away.

This side of the void immediately collapsed, and many scenes were all shattered. In front of him was the other side of the world, the small stall, and those few Tibetan monks.

"The eminent monk in Tibet really has something extraordinary."

Mo Li looked at the monks in front of him, praised him, withdrew his palm, saluted them, and said, "Everyone, have a good journey."

He stepped out, and among the five monks, none of them had a word to block the way.

And when he just stepped out of the stall, the five monks all collapsed to the ground!
"Master! Master!"

The stall owner, Old Li, was terrified. He called twice, but got no response. He stepped forward to touch his nose, but he was already dead!

This……

Old Li's head trembled all over. Looking at the back of the blue shirt that was gradually disappearing in the distance, he felt as if he had bumped into a ghost during the day!
He didn't see a few people showing their weapons to fight, and these people didn't have any wounds on their bodies, so why did they die? !

……

"Cough cough..."

In a corner that Old Li couldn't see, Mo Li Bufu's calm appearance just now coughed lightly, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His complexion became pale as snow, and his originally warm eyes also dimmed.

This is due to excessive mental consumption.

Those few monks, when it comes to martial arts, although they are far inferior to Cheng Kun and other experts, but the battle just now, when it comes to the degree of danger, they are not inferior to the battle of Moli Xuegu!
These people are not strong in martial arts, but in spirit.

The spiritual battle is dangerous and unpredictable!
The five of them teamed up, relying on their years of hard work in Buddhism, and using Tibetan secret techniques, trying to forcibly transform Mo Li spiritually.And once successful, Li Li will no longer be himself, and surrender to Buddhism with all his body and mind!

Coincidentally, Mo Li just had a debt in his heart.

The sufferings of life emerged from the depths of his memory, and this pain was far more insane and uncomfortable than physical pain.

Guilt towards his parents, hatred towards his lover, self-blame towards Yin Liting, etc., mixed with negative emotions, gave Li Li the thought of being weary of the world and committing suicide.

This is undoubtedly very dangerous, but this old monk's cultivation is not advanced enough, and Li Qi's willpower is far stronger than ordinary people.

In the end, he wanted to convert Mo Li into Buddhism, and told Mo Li that believing in Buddha would solve all these problems.

But can believing in Buddha really solve everything?

Ever since Mo Li's sword intention was achieved, his state of mind has also greatly improved. He deeply understands a truth, trusting others is worse than trusting oneself!

When he first came, he almost died under Xie Xun's hands. Where is the Buddha?

Yin Liting was killed by Ruyang Palace, where is the Buddha?

And if he hadn't entered the capital with his sword, wouldn't the Buddha have avenged him? !

Compared with Buddha, he believes in the sword in his hand more!
Over the past ten years, he has practiced hard and sharpened his sword intent. His firmness of mind is far beyond human reach. Even if he has a debt in his heart at this moment, it cannot be easily shaken by this old monk's spiritual mysteries.

Not to mention, he has also practiced the ecstasy method in the Nine Yin Scriptures, and has encountered similar spiritual attacks in Hami City in the northwest, so he is already prepared.

So at the last moment, he struggled out of the pain.

What is the use of praying to Buddha for problems that cannot be solved by Buddha?
But the other party is five people teaming up, and the strength of the mysterious magic makes him feel trapped in a quagmire.

Although he broke free with his sword intent in the end, he was not unscathed. Killing the five opponents took a lot of mental damage. At this moment, he only felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his head hurt like a needle.

The spiritual battle is even more dangerous!
"Hutu Living Buddha..."

Mo Li murmured the name, feeling somewhat afraid of Tibetan Buddhism in his heart.

In the past, the monks who had obtained the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu from the Vajra Gate were extremely powerful in the mystical skills, and this old monk in front of him was even more powerful. Then, what kind of abilities should the existence of being called a living Buddha by them have?
In a confrontation with force, he naturally has no fear in his heart, but this kind of spiritual battle is weird and unpredictable, and he is not sure that he can always protect himself.

What if Yuan Ting sends such masters to chase after him?
"It seems that we still need to hide a little..."

Mo Li thought so in his heart, and walked towards the crowd with a little vain footsteps, and disappeared into the crowd in a short time.

……

"Are they all dead?"

Inside the Hejian government office, a middle-aged man with a white face, beardless, and a cold breath looked at the five corpses on the ground, and said, "Unexpectedly, with Zen Master Yi Dala's cultivation, even the four masters of Tantric Buddhism can't keep him, the sword god The name is truly worthy of the name.”

"Zen Master Dala's Dharma is profound, it's really a pity that he passed away here." An official in a scarlet official robe sighed.

"It's a pity, what's the pity?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, and said in a sharp voice: "Let me tell you, he died well!"

"Eunuch, what do you mean?" the official asked in disbelief.

Chan Master Dala is a brother of the Living Buddha in Tibet. He died here, and the Living Buddha held him accountable. The officials in Hebei are afraid that they will bear a lot of responsibility.

"What do you know?"

The middle-aged man sneered, and said, "Go, hurry up and send the news of Zen Master Dala's death to Sakya Monastery as soon as possible."

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(End of this chapter)