This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 1080: The Compassion of the Buddhist Sword
"Master! What happened!"

The terrifying tremor caused the guards outside the courtyard to rush in. They only saw that the originally peaceful and peaceful academy courtyard was now in a mess as if it had been swept by a storm. On a pile of rubble, the old master stood with his hands behind his back.

"It's okay." The old master's angry voice came, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. When they raised their heads, their hearts froze. They saw that the master's white clothes were stained with large amounts of blood, and his face also became very ugly. .

"Master!" Several guards rushed to greet them, and one of them asked eagerly: "Master, did you encounter an assassin?!"

Luo Fuzi looked down at the pile of rubble and shook his head slightly: "Go prepare the carriage and return to Beijing immediately."

After the words fell, a trace of blood suddenly seeped out from the corner of Luo Fuzi's mouth. Several people were frightened to see it and couldn't help but advise: "Master, if you are feeling ill, you might as well rest for a while before returning."

"Prepare the car!" The old master looked solemn. The few people did not dare to say anything more and immediately retreated to prepare to go.

At the same time, in Northern Shaolin, thousands of miles away from here, the thousand-year-old ancient temple that had just experienced a catastrophe was facing another disaster.

Compared with the previous unforeseen disasters, this disaster seemed even more desperate, because the cause of this disaster was the abbot of Northern Shaolin, Abbot Lingxu.

The only difference from the previous one is that this time the disaster did not come from the outside, but from the returning abbot himself.

After Abbot Lingxu returned, he issued an almost unbelievable order. From now on, Northern Shaolin will fully obey the instructions of the imperial court, or Jin Yiwei, even if it is to use the other party's butcher knife to slaughter other comrades.

Not to mention that the previous disasters caused by the aristocratic family were inseparable from Jin Yiwei. Even without this incident, it is extremely unacceptable for Abbot Lingxu to surrender to Jin Yiwei with his Buddhist disciples.

Almost immediately, Abbot Lingxu's younger brother, Monk Lingjing, who now has the most say in the temple, expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Brother Abbot! You are aiding the evil deeds!" Monk Lingjing said sadly: "The foreign troubles in Northern Shaolin have not been resolved yet. How many disciples are desperately guarding this mountain gate just for the sake of a sense of righteousness in their hearts? How can you control our disciples?" The results of the bloody battle from top to bottom were resold to the Jin Yiwei!"

Not only Lingjing, but also other eminent monks of the Ling generation could not accept it. Even the brothers who were in the same lineage as Abbot Lingxu stood up and persuaded tactfully: "Brother Abbot, the Jin Yiwei is too powerful to defeat us. We can do it." Just learn from Wudang and close the mountain to defend yourself, why bother giving up a hundred years of good reputation to do that shameful thing?"

Although everyone tried to persuade him, Abbot Lingxu insisted on his own way: "Everyone, I am not begging for mercy, nor is I afraid of death. This is for the sake of martial arts in the world. Only in this way can we live up to our teacher and live up to our expectations." Our ancestors will live up to this opportunity that we have waited for thousands of years."

Abbot Lingxu's words were sincere, but everyone could not accept them. Monk Lingjing reprimanded them in public: "Brother Abbot, these words are wrong! Now that you are acting as an aide, you are bringing shame on Master and all your uncles and uncles. How can you live up to our sect?" !”

After saying these words, Monk Lingjing walked away. The other monks either denounced him angrily or shook their heads and sighed, leaving only Abbot Lingxu. Recite the Buddha's teachings with your eyes.

A moment later, a sneer suddenly came from the empty hall. Abbot Lingxu stopped chanting and raised his head. He saw a slovenly Taoist sitting on the palm of the giant golden Buddha statue in front of him.

"Amitabha," Abbot Lingxu seemed to be unable to see the other party's blasphemy. He said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Taixuan, I am polite."

Taixuan lowered his gaze slightly and said in an indifferent tone: "Lingxu, I know what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd, but what you think is just false. Today I am here to see you off, what are your last words?" , you can say it.”

Abbot Lingxu clasped his hands together, murmured a Buddhist verse, and then said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Taixuan, you and I are not far apart in martial arts. If you want to kill the poor monk, you will not be able to leave this temple today."

"so what."

Taixuan's eyes were full of the joy of success. With a flick of the wooden sword in his hand, the palm of the giant golden Buddha statue was broken off by its roots. He stepped on it and smashed it to the ground. The incense burner offerings on the table were scattered in all directions.

"I was careless back then. I didn't expect that traitor Beiming to be so talented. Even his master couldn't decipher the heavenly book, so he actually asked a junior disciple to decipher it. This is why today's troubles are caused. "

Taixuan said with a cold face: "Lingkong is looking for death. Luo Yuanjing's cultivation is not enough, but his righteousness sword is enough to kill people. If I kill you again, no one in the world can understand the secret of immortality." Dharma, the great road of heaven and earth, is clear!" After the words fell, the wooden sword in Taixuan's hand turned into a stream of light, and followed his footsteps, stabbing straight towards Lingxu. Wherever the sword light flashed, the majestic hall could not stop shaking. Standing up, terrifying cracks began to spread rapidly from the feet of the two of them.

Abbot Lingxu chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, clasped his hands together, and held the wooden sword tightly in his hands with his true energy. The two people's internal energy was like steaming water vapor, turning into tigers, leopards and wolves above their heads, biting each other.

"Lingxu, Pindao has already said that you are looking for death. Pindao is not a pedantic person like Qi Yunzi. You will definitely die today, so don't struggle anymore!"

Taixuan shouted coldly, and the aura around him suddenly changed, and the sword intention of Panic Dao in his hand suddenly twisted into a deep and sneaky form, with a stench like a rotting corpse.

"Sure enough."

Lingxu sighed quietly and said with complex eyes: "Senior Brother Lingzhu's martial arts is not much worse than that of the poor monk, but he died in your hands. At that time, the poor monk had a guess in his heart that you definitely did not win with Taoist martial arts. he."

Taixuan smiled ferociously, and the sword light turned into fangs. In an instant, countless blood marks burst out on Lingxu's shoulders.

"Amitabha," Lingxu was unmoved, he continued: "The way of heaven is permanent. Breaking the prison of martial arts with immortality should be the great wish of all people in the world. Why is it that the way of heaven does not allow it? The secret of immortality successively guides the next step of the palace. Move forward, this is God’s will.”

"Shut up!" Tai Xuan smiled ferociously, and the sword edge penetrated the golden light between Lingxu's palms step by step, heading towards his heart veins bit by bit.

Blood slowly oozed from the corner of Lingxu's mouth. He stared at Taixuan and said in a deep voice: "Taixuan, you are the same person as us. You are also pursuing the way to immortality. It's a pity that you are eager for quick success and evil ways. After breaking through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, now that I have cut off my own path, I am now jealous and hateful, lying about the Heavenly Dao and destroying the world's martial arts."

"Lingxu! You are looking for death!" Taixuan roared, and the sword edge finally passed through the golden palm and penetrated Lingxu's body, but the old monk did not fall down.

Lingxu's palms turned into claws and tightly grasped Taixuan's arms. The golden energy was like a burning flame, wrapping their bodies in it.

Taixuan's gaffe made Lingxu breathe a sigh of relief. He said with a smile in his eyes: "You have practiced Qianye Jue to harm others and yourself. Now you are already a mutilated body. You are no longer the same as the Xuantian Cult Master back then." Get a glimpse of the possibility of the great road."

After the words fell, Lingxu seemed to have got what he wanted. He slowly closed his eyes without a trace of regret. All the golden energy around him turned into flames, but there was no trace of violence. Instead, he was like the dead mural. , burning wildly but silently.

From the top of Lingxu's head, a golden light shot up into the sky. It was as red as blood, and was dyed into a holy color by the golden light. The light condensed into a sword. When the blade was exposed, there seemed to be thousands of ghosts crying in a trance. Howling, the cold blood filled the sky instantly.

But in just the blink of an eye, the vicious blood light was transformed by the golden holiness, and the sound of thousands of ghosts crying in the ears turned into the loud sound of thousands of Buddhas reciting scriptures.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Taixuan stared blankly at the slowly falling Jie Dao, and said in a daze: "The blood demon sword technique? No, this is impossible!"

Lingxu said calmly: "How can it be impossible? The Buddhist sword technique is supposed to save all living beings in the world. Killing people is not its true intention. Saving all sentient beings is the original wish of the Buddha."

"Damn Lingxu, I don't accept it!"

Taixuan could not break free from the shackles of Lingxu, and could only watch the sword fall down, and then the golden flames engulfed the two of them. He looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked up in despair and saw the flames turned into In the appearance of the Buddha, the majestic golden Buddha calmly lowers his eyes and smiles.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Lingxu sang in a deep voice, and saw the golden light dissipate. With a sigh, the entire Mahavira Palace collapsed. When the monks in the temple rushed over in horror, only the Buddha statue with its broken arm was left with compassionate eyes. It seems that everything is doomed.

(End of this chapter)