The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 525 Magic Array
Mount Xumi, Tianyin Temple.

The steep mountain road winds and stretches among the mountains. As in the past, the mountain road is full of people's heads. Countless devout believers climb towards the temple to pay homage to and pay homage to the gods in their hearts.

The monks of Tianyin Temple are distributed in four places to welcome the people who come up. The Zhike monk greets and sees off the people coming and going at the gate of the mountain with a smile on his face. It is a peaceful scene.

And Fashan, the disciple of Master Puhong, who presides over Tianyin Temple, is also standing behind the mountain gate, watching the crowd outside.

Originally, with his identity and Taoism, there is no need to do this at all, but it is his master Master Pu Hong's pioneering work to allow pilgrims to go up the mountain every [-]th day to worship the Buddha. If nothing happens, he and Dharma Xiang will come to help. Also like this.

It's just that recently he seems to be in a trance and restless, but he can't tell what's wrong.

Just as he greeted the pilgrims, he was suddenly enveloped by a tall figure.

It was a middle-aged scribe with a refined temperament, and a folding fan in his hand added to his demeanor.

The other party looked at him with a smile, and said: "Little monk, go and ask your abbot to come out."

Inexplicably, Fashan was shocked, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more and more dignified.

He looked at the other party cautiously, and said, "May I ask your Excellency?"

"I?"

The scribe opened his folding fan, shook it lightly, and said with a smile: "I am the one who has come to trouble your Tianyin Temple, hurry up and let your abbot come out, if it is too late, I am afraid that you will perish if you raise the temple risk."

He stretched out his hand, and a golden bowl appeared, and then said: "This is the token, go quickly."

That golden bowl!
Fashan was taken aback. As a disciple of Master Puhong, he certainly recognized the history of this golden bowl. He took it over and took a closer look in disbelief. It was engraved with various Buddhist mantras, which contained supreme Buddha power. It was their golden bowl, the most precious treasure of Tianyin Temple, but at this moment, the golden bowl was not intact, there was a sword mark on it that almost split it in half!
Uncle Pu Kong must have had an accident!
This enlightenment flashed in Fashan's mind, he took a deep look at the middle-aged scribe, and then said: "The almsgiver wait a moment, the disciple will report to the abbot right now!"

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Inside the Zen room, Master Pu Hong was practicing.

The meditation room is simply furnished, except for tables, chairs and futons, there is not even a bed. It is so simple that it is hard to believe that this is the residence of the abbot of Tianyin Temple.

I don't know the result of the Fenxianggu fight, when will Junior Brother Pukong and Faxiang come back...

Thinking of how powerful Qingyun Sect is now, he couldn't help sighing quietly, the current Qingyun Sect is much stronger than when Patriarch Qingye was there, and Tianyin Temple is struggling.

It would be great if Mo Li was his apprentice.

When thoughts were flying, Fashan's voice suddenly came from outside and said: "Master, someone outside wants to see you, and he still has Master Pukong's golden Buddha bowl!"

The Golden Bowl of the Buddha!

Master Puhong's face changed, the golden bowl of the Buddha is the most precious treasure of Tianyin Temple, Junior Brother Pukong regards it as his life, how could it appear in the hands of outsiders, could something have happened? !
"Master!" Fashan raised his voice.

"Bring it in and show it to me." Master Pu Hong said.

Fashan responded, pushed open the door of the meditation room, and presented the golden bowl of the Buddha respectfully.

Master Puhong took it and rubbed it carefully, and when he saw the sword mark, his face suddenly changed!
"This sword mark..."

He frowned, the golden bowl of the Buddha was made of vajra iron, engraved with the Buddhist vajra wishful circle, it can be large or small, extremely hard, infinite power, even a mountain peak can be smashed into powder, But he was nearly cut in half by a single sword, and the cultivation of the person who drew the sword is really unfathomable!

"Can this person reveal his identity?" Puhong asked.

Fashan shook his head and said, "He only said that you should go see him quickly, otherwise the temple will be destroyed."

"See you then."

Puhong pondered slightly, and said again: "You go to find your uncle Pude, and ask him to lead the monks in the temple to be on guard."

Fashan responded and retreated, while Puhong got up and quickly walked towards the gate of the temple.

When he got to the door, he was startled when he saw someone coming, obviously he didn't expect to see this person in front of him at all, then he smiled and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, it was you, Master Zeng."

The person who came was Zeng Shuchang, and he was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a graceful demeanor, standing among the people who came to pay homage, like a scholar who came to enjoy incense. .

Uncle Zeng often saw Puhong, with a smile on his face, but a faint indifference of rejecting others thousands of miles away, he did not salute, and said to Puhong: "Master, I am here today to ask for trouble!"

Pu Hong smiled and said: "What did Benefactor Zeng say? You and I have been friends for hundreds of years. We have fought against the enemy hand in hand after several battles between good and evil. It can be said that we are like one family. How can we talk about trouble? "

"Please invite the benefactor to come in and serve tea."

Uncle Zeng snorted coldly, and said: "There is no need to serve tea inside, it is because of the friendship between our two families that I am here alone!"

"Master, you have to think carefully about what I'm going to say next, or you will be careless..."

He looked at the many temples in Tianyin Temple, incense wafting, people everywhere, shoulder to shoulder, a bustling and bustling scene, but said: "This thousand-year-old temple will definitely be destroyed!"

"What exactly happened?" Master Pu Hong asked with a puzzled expression.

Uncle Zeng carefully observed the expression on the old monk's face, seeing that it didn't look like a fake, he just said: "Did Master Buddha Jinbo see it?"

Master Puhong heard the words, took out the golden bowl of the Buddha, and said: "This treasure is the treasure that the old monk Pukong gave his life to cultivate, why did it fall into the hands of Qingyunmen, and how did the sword marks on it come from? Let me give you an explanation first."

"You old monk, let me explain?!"

Uncle Zeng said with a funny face: "Okay, then I will give you an explanation!"

He waved his hand, and immediately there were several round heads on the ground, all of which were monks who had been shaved.

Looking at those heads, Master Puhong's expression changed drastically, and he said, "Pukong, Faxiang, you...you..."

He looked flustered and disbelief filled his face. After all, his junior brother and Fa Peng's disciples were just going to watch the battle. With their way of doing things, even if something happened, they would not all be killed.

"What's going on? How did they offend the Qingyun sect, and they deserve such a ruthless hand from you?!" Master Pu Hong asked with an unkind expression.

"You old monk, you can turn black and white!"

Uncle Zeng said: "What do you mean us to kill you, do you know what your good disciples have done?!"

"I would like to hear the details!" Master Puhong replied in a deep voice.

Uncle Zeng smiled coldly, and said: "In the battle of Fenxiang Valley, I, Mo Li, the Tianjiao of Qingyun Sect, beheaded the beast god, and then I was ambushed by the disciples of the Demon Sect. With the Qingyun Sword Art, I strangled most of the elites of the Demon Sect, and then I was injured myself."

"I, Tian Buyi, the head of the Qingyun Sect, was intercepted and killed by some disciples of the Demon Cult when I was escorting him back to the mountain gate. Fortunately, the bald donkeys in your monastery helped him. Unexpectedly, when we set off again, these bald donkeys suddenly attacked him. I sent disciple Mo Li to do extraordinary things, cut the golden bowl of the Buddha with his sword, and broke the formation of Nashi Laozi Fudo Ming King, I am afraid that all the disciples of Qingyun will fall."

"Puhong, you guys are very scheming! While we are exhausted from the battle with demons, you want to reap the benefits of fishing. Today, you must give me an explanation!"

Pu Hong remained silent.

His eyes flickered, but he was thinking about what Uncle Zeng often said. These few words contained too much information.

Li Li single-handedly beheaded the Beast God and wiped out most of the Demon Cult's monsters. Such a feat is truly earth-shattering!
But considering that the Beast God's way of doing, he can destroy Fenxiang Valley, it is not surprising that Mo Li can deal with the Demon Cult with one sword.

However, Li Li was injured, and then the Demon Sect's sneak attack was rescued by Fa Peng, who made another sneak attack. The twists and turns were beyond his expectation.

But it is reasonable to think about it carefully. It must be that Faxiang realized that the strength of Qingyun disciple was empty, and wanted to take the opportunity to eradicate Li Li, who was enough to destroy the balance of the practice world, and win a breather for the future of Tianyin Temple, so he did it without authorization. action.

Unfortunately, it failed.

Thinking of the deaths of Pukong and Faping and other elite disciples of Tianyin Temple, Master Puhong devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism for hundreds of years, and his Taoism was comparable to that of the Taiqing Realm, but he still felt a little unbearable.

Puzhi died in his early years, and Pukong left again. From then on, there were only two of the four great monks left in Tianyin Temple, and the next generation of successor, Faxiang, who he painstakingly cultivated, also died. Tianyin Temple is in an unprecedented weak state. when.

It would be even worse if Qingyunmen took the opportunity to find trouble and weaken them at this time.

While the thoughts were changing, Master Pu Hong had already made a plan.

He clasped his hands together, bowed his head in a salute, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, what the Zeng Zuo said is wrong. All the disciples in the old Na Temple died, and the disciples of the noble sect were unscathed. I don't dare to judge whether it is right or wrong, I only know the disciples in the temple. I am used to worshiping the Buddha sincerely, and the people and pilgrims from hundreds of miles around are all witnesses."

"Zeng Shouzuo wanted an explanation, but I really don't know what to explain. I would like to ask your sect, since your sect's Mo Li benefactor Hetian Shouzuo is here, with the way of the two of them, beast gods and demon cults and other ferocious figures Even if they are not their opponents, how dare these disciples in Lao Na Temple take action against them?"

"How did these disciples of this old monk die, I'm afraid I should ask Mr. Zeng to explain to this old monk."

These words made Zeng Shuchang's expression change on the spot.

What does Puhong mean by this? This is clearly turning black and white, turning Tianyin Temple's sneak attack into their Qingyun sect bullying the weak!
How can he endure this?
However, when the incident happened, apart from the disciples of Qingyun and Tianyin, there were no other sects around, so no one could testify for them!

If Pu Hong refuses to admit it, there is really no way to explain this matter clearly.

A blue light flashed on Zeng Shuchang's face, and a strong aura emanated from his body, he said: "Puhong, do you think that I came here today to reason with you?"

"So that you can know, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame my Qingyun sect's ruthlessness!"

"Zeng Shou, please calm down."

Master Puhong's expression was calm, and there was a golden light all over his body, but he separated Zeng Shuchang's aura from the pilgrims who offered incense. He said: "If your sect has evidence, Tianyin Temple will definitely apologize, but If there is no evidence, then wait for the old monk to find out the truth before dealing with it."

"If Zeng Shouzuo is aggressive, I, Tianyin Temple, will not be afraid!"

When he spoke, his whole body suddenly became golden, and in the void, there was a faint Zen sound, which was magnificent and cleansed the mind.

Uncle Zeng was not as good as the other party, he snorted, took a few steps back, and his breathing became disordered.

And the pilgrims all over the mountain, when they heard the sound of Zen, they were all shocked, and when they saw the master Puhong at the door, his body was covered with golden light, and his treasure was solemn, almost like a Buddhist arhat descending to earth, they were so frightened that they knelt down and bowed their heads, chanting sutras arts.

"Good, good, good!"

Seeing this, Uncle Zeng yelled three good words angrily, and then clapped his hands hard!
The voice was clear and crisp, and under the blessing of spiritual power, it could be heard for ten miles, up and down the mountain, clearly audible!
call out!call out!call out……

call out!call out!call out……

The moment the voice fell, sword lights shot up into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, all directions of Mount Sumeru and the air were surrounded by a group of Qingyun monks!
There are hundreds of these monks, all of whom are elites of the seven veins, and their Taoism is extraordinary.

That kind of aura permeated, and the entire Mount Sumeru was filled with a heavy atmosphere. Even Master Puhong had a profound human way, and his heart was heavy, and he felt a little tricky.

Uncle Zeng raised his hand, and the folding fan in his hand immediately turned into a fairy sword. The light of the sword was silvery white, flickering in the void, bright and dazzling.

He flew into the air, condescendingly, and shouted: "Puhong, under the order of Master Qingyun, come to Tianyin Temple today to seek justice for the attack on my disciple Qingyun. Anyone who dares to stop me will be killed without mercy!"

Hundreds of Qingyun disciples shouted in unison: "Kill without mercy!"

The strong killing intent, along with the burst of energy of the crowd, merged into one, until the pilgrims and monks on Mount Sumeru all turned pale, and their hearts were extremely terrified.

Unexpectedly, Master Puhong replied in a deep voice: "Amitabha, if Qingyun Sect wants to bully others, Tianyin Temple has no choice but to fight back. Pude Junior Brother..."

Immediately, an old voice came from the temple, "What is your order, brother?"

"Activate the mountain guard formation to protect the safety of all pilgrims going up the mountain!" Pu Hong said.

One word was transmitted, and then, on the entire Mount Sumeru, countless restrictions were suddenly aroused, and in the void, a huge Sanskrit sound resounded, the golden Buddha light was dazzling, and a golden and brilliant swastika mantra appeared on Tianyin Temple , rising slowly.

"This is my Tianyin Temple's mountain protection formation and the Ten Thousand Buddhas' patriarchal formation. Zeng Shou, please be careful." Puhong said calmly.

"What a Great Formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong, I want to see today, my Qingyun Formation and your Tianyin Formation, which one is stronger and weaker!"

Uncle Zeng shouted: "All disciples listen to the order and spread the Qiankun Liuhe sword array!"

Hundreds of disciples agreed with a loud bang, and then danced in the air, spreading out in six directions, their auras were completely connected as one, and a sharp sword intent shot up into the sky, just like these hundreds of Qingyun disciples turned into a divine sword.

And Uncle Zeng often stood in the center of the formation, pinching the formula with his hand, slashed from a distance, and shouted: "Kill!"

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(End of this chapter)