The heavens begin with thieves

Chapter 151 The Apostate (add 2 for Aotianhou)

Chapter 150 The Deviant
The sweeping monk smiled lightly: "Why did the national teacher say that?"

"My Buddhist sect focuses on cultivating the mind. Where did the art of deceiving the mind come from?"

"Could it be that the national teacher can't practice at home by himself, and has a problem with his mood?"

Ye Wuqiu got up directly, and stared at the sweeping monk in a cold voice.

"Buddhism and arhats are all ways of the body. To subdue demons and subdue demons, they rely on physical martial arts and supernatural powers. The so-called way of the soul is not cultivated by Bodhisattvas. Cultivating Buddha and cultivating the mind is even more spiritual."

"You monk, you cultivate an arhat, but you want to go straight to the Bodhisattva. Those two are the arhats you cultivated secretly, right?"

"Buddhist martial arts, especially the 72 unique skills, if you don't practice with the corresponding Buddhist scriptures, you will be full of hostility, and in the end you will even die suddenly."

In addition, in the original book, the sweeping monk let the two of them live to death.

When the state of mind changes, wander among the Arhats and Bodhisattvas.

This is the furnace cauldron I found for myself!
Swallow its state of mind, you can enter the state of Bodhisattva.

"From the Buddha to the demon, and then from the demon to the Buddha, you have a deep plan..."

After Ye Wuqiu finished speaking, he looked directly at the floor-sweeping monk. At this moment, he was sure in his heart that this guy must have something to do with the Living Buddha of the Western Regions.

This kind of method is similar to Duoshe, but there are some other differences.

The sweeping monk got up, and suddenly his body was filled with golden light, and the phantom of the Arhat behind him also instantly merged into his body.

"National teacher, you shouldn't have come. The poor monk was supposed to stay here in Shaolin well. He just waited to achieve the state of Bodhisattva, his soul ascended to bliss, and he took refuge in my Buddha."

Between every word and every sentence, endless Sanskrit sounds came into my ears, and the sweeping monk started.

He has been planning for nearly 30 years, how can he fall short.

According to Shaolin Temple's master layout, how could Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan come and go freely in Shaolin?
If he hadn't covered it up, the two of them would have been captured and imprisoned long ago.

Shaolin, as the biggest sect in the martial arts, is naturally not the only one capable of this.

"Why, do you want to take down Pindao?"

Although Ye Wuqiu said he was cautious, he really didn't think that the sweeping monk could take him down.

This guy's cultivation is in the realm of Arhat, and he has achieved Yin God, but does he have Taoism and supernatural powers?

Not to mention his own spells, but with all his supernatural powers at his fingertips, how can they be compared to them?

"The national teacher might as well try it. The poor monk is in the realm of Arhat, and he has never tried his best. Today, he will use the national teacher to test the method."

A loud bang!
The thatched hut instantly turned into ashes, Ye Wuqiu's hands flashed with lightning, and a strange light of Buddha enveloped his whole body.

Get anxious with thunder and lightning.

"What kind of weird supernatural power is this?"

Frowning, Ye Wuqiu suddenly heard a dragon chant, and then the Buddha's light dispersed.

"dragon?"

"It seems that the national teacher is not human..."

The floor-sweeping monk was covered with Buddha's light, clasped his hands together, and within ten feet of the void, the endless golden light was accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, touching Ye Wuqiu's heart.

However, this Sanskrit sound is the nemesis of the evil heart in his body. Now, Ye Wuqiu doesn't know whether to thank the monk or kill him.

Although he is a cultivator, you must know that he was born and died just like Chen Yulou and others.

In just four or five years, how could the fighting spirit in my heart be wiped out?
A cultivator is one who fights for fate with the heavens. If he loses his will to fight, what will happen next?

It is between annihilation and everyone.

A person who cultivates the Tao has one aspect of his heart.

On the other hand, it is to seize the aura of the sky, take the good fortune of the heaven and the earth, how can you lose the heart of fighting?

Previously, this monk had thought badly of Ye Wuqiu's path.

If you don't understand it, you will become a god, and you will have no hope in this life!
In the void, a huge demon-subduing pestle suddenly fell towards the top of Ye Wuqiu's head in an instant, and directly blocked the space around Ye Wuqiu.

The technique of maneuvering can't be used at all.

"Forget it, today I will let you see what the right way is!"

With a wave of his hand, there was a gust of wind all over the sky in an instant, and endless leaves fell into the sky and a tornado rolled up.

The rustling voice instantly overwhelmed the life-threatening Sanskrit sound.

"Eat my thunder!"

Stretching out his hand and pointing at the sky, in an instant, endless thunder rolled, and the electric snake condensed into a sea of ​​thunder in an instant.

Boom!

A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket crossed the space and landed on the sweeping monk shrouded in Buddha's light.

During the endless golden light, the sweeping monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and turned into a blood soldier.

Whizzing.

He rushed towards Ye Wuqiu in the blink of an eye, but Ye Wuqiu just smiled faintly.

Suddenly a jade bottle appeared in his hand, looking at the sweeping monk.

He smiled and said, "Monk, if the poor Taoist priest calls you, do you dare to agree?"

In this era, there is no Journey to the West.

But as far as the sweeping monk could see, there was a great terror in the jade bottle, and he didn't say a word.

Suddenly the sky changed.

The central sun disappeared instantly, and a scene of darkness shrouded the entire Songshan Mountain.

"what is this?"

His face was horrified, dark, only darkness remained, and he could not see a trace of light.

Even the floor-sweeping monk who can already see at night, his eyes are pitch black at the moment, and he can't see anything.

"Why, Daxiu, who is about to enter the realm of Bodhisattva, has no means at this moment."

"How about, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and the poor Taoist will teach you the law of the Taoist sect, and cultivate the supernatural powers of the Taoist sect?"

"Yao Dao, don't talk too much!"

"唵 (ōng) well (má) it (ní) Ba (bā) mi (mī) hum (hōng)"

In an instant, a huge swastika rose from the body of the sweeping monk, and in an instant, it propped up a piece of light.

However, in the blink of an eye, it was covered by darkness again.

"Monk, you can't do this either. My Taoist supernatural powers are superior to Buddhism. Look, your cultivation base is higher than mine, but you are still trapped by the poor. Even if the poor are willing, you can be suppressed."

"The Buddha you cultivate is nothing more than that!"

"Presumptuous, talk about my Buddha, demon way, court death!"

In the darkness, a golden lotus exploded in an instant, and as the Sanskrit sound continued to spread, within a radius of ten feet, countless lotus flowers instantly illuminated the void.

Ye Wuqiu, who was hiding in the dark, just watched the sweeping monk's actions quietly, and didn't stop him.

But at this moment, the people under the mountain, the people shrouded in darkness, were terrified in their hearts.

"Amitabha, how did the sky change like this?"

"Abbot!"

The tenant farmers at the foot of the mountain even knelt on the ground and kowtowed and shouted: "God..."

The series of actions of the sweeping monk fell into Ye Wuqiu's eyes and did not work at all.

This ray of congenital black energy, high character, how can the sweeping monk be able to break it?
He just wanted to see clearly how capable this guy was.

Moreover, there is still contact with the living Buddha, which is also an excellent opportunity to test.

That living Buddha, Ye Wuqiu was the only one who was not sure of taking it down. His terrifying spiritual power was much more terrifying than the ghostly spirit of the sweeping monk.

If he didn't rely on the arowana on his body, it might be difficult for him to get out of Jiumozhi's Purple Mansion.

Time passed gradually, and the sweeping monk suddenly felt a burst of irritability in his heart, and the Buddha's heart was slowly fading for a moment.

Ye Wuqiu's soul-stirring voice kept coming from his ears.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Yao Dao, let's talk? If those two are useful to you, I will never stop you!"

　continue at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)