lethal arsenal

Chapter 560: Demon King Peng appears again!
At sunset, the sky is getting dark.

The residual sunlight passed through the clouds and painted the market and the temples in the market with a faint scarlet color.

Rows of shops are rising and falling, surrounding palaces full of the atmosphere of fireworks.

Yousheng Hall, Changshou Palace and the rock caves further away are all made to look even taller by the smell of cooking smoke.

A gust of wind blew by, cutting through the thick smoke mixed with the scent of fragrant oil and wax.

On Feiyan, the northernmost part of the city, the Temple of Maurya King, which symbolizes the royal power and divine authority of Nanli, occupies a luxurious area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters.

The platinum wall tops, murals and tower tablets are decorated with pearls and jade everywhere.

The cleansing strong wind passed through the wind chimes on the eaves of the halls, making pleasant tinkling sounds, awakening the huge peacock carved on the top of the temple.

The compassionate Buddha Mother on the peacock's back overlooks the world, gazing at the market and the palace.

Incense and candles were always burning, precious light was radiating, and one oil lamp after another was lit up to welcome the owner of this place - an old monk with white eyes, white eyebrows and a white robe.

This person was naturally the great wizard Pudu Cihang who had wanted to help the Black Mountain Old Demon before but was frightened away by the heart lamp of the Nine Netherworlds Su Nu Goddess on the way.

In addition to his true form, which is a cold leech that has been practicing for ten thousand years, has six heads, nine bodies and forty-eight legs, and is almost at the level of enlightenment.

One of his more important identities is the Dharma Master of Nanli Protectorate.

He exercised power on behalf of the king and governed the world, causing bloodshed in the world and making the people suffer terribly.

The temple is filled with dragons and tigers, all of whom are demons and monsters in human skin.

In the martial arts world, yin and yang are reversed, evildoers are in power, and violence is rampant.

Even Fu Qingfeng, the Minister of Six Ministries, Fu Yuechi's father had to send his family abroad to seek refuge.

Such a demon has a kind face and looks like a high monk.

Pudu Cihang pushed open the door of the temple, and in front of him was an empty hall, with Buddha lamps suspended in the air, brightly lit, and in the front was a strange statue of Sakyamuni Buddha sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus platform...

But if that's all, how can it be called strange?

On the shoulder of Sakyamuni Buddha, there was a ferocious bird.

The big bird spread its wings, and its sword-like feathers covered the bust of Sakyamuni Buddha.

The big bird was wearing a headband covered with iron spikes and its beak was stretched open.

Sakyamuni Buddha held a knife in one hand and pressed the wound on his chest with the other, as if he was cutting flesh to feed the eagle.

An absurd, strange and solemn atmosphere spread in the temple. Even though the bright candlelight illuminated every corner of the hall, people still felt a chill in their hearts for no reason.

And there is another point worth mentioning... the evil bird perched on the Buddha's body was obviously carefully taken care of by the believers, but the lotus platform of Sakyamuni Buddha was covered with moss, rusty and full of filth.

"Namo the Tathagata of the Bright and Right Dharma."

Standing in the hall, the white-browed monk Pudu Cihang, with a compassionate look on his face, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Bang! The doors on both sides of the hall opened suddenly.

The candles suspended in the air swayed in the wind.

Dozens of young women in red robes filed in.

These women all had extraordinary looks, each one was pretty and charming, with bright eyes and white teeth.

In their hands they held bright lamps, flowers, incense burners, wooden fish, golden bowls, human bone beads, and even banners and other various instruments, and they rushed towards Pu Du Ci Hang and formed a circle.

"let's start."

Pu Du Ci Hang waved his sleeves and said.

The words fell instantly.

The soul-calling Sanskrit sound rang out, "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." rolling in from all directions. Many young women sat cross-legged and chanted the scriptures.

Woo woo woo.

An inexplicable evil spirit creeps throughout the temple.

Amidst the rolling demonic sound, in the great hall, the Buddha, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and a line of blood and tears rolled down from his eyes.

The expressions on the women's faces gradually became dull, and wisps of clear air floated out from above their heads.

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." With the sound of Sanskrit, the radiant skin of the young women quickly turned waxy yellow, and the essence of life seemed to be sucked away by an invisible big hand.

The flickering candlelight gradually gave the women a layer of blood-red.

Crack, crack! The golden body of the big bird statue perched on the Buddha's body began to fall off bit by bit, the headband broke, and the debris fell all over the ground.

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

Pu Du Ci Hang was disgusted by the slow speed of the red-robed maids, so he put his hands together and started reciting the spell himself. As the sound of the spell became louder and louder, the women's delicate bodies withered and weathered, turning into mummies with no flesh on their cheeks.

Beneath the red robes, there were only dry bones.

However, the soul-calling Sanskrit sound did not stop.

As one life after another was taken away.

A deep demonic roar sounded in the Sanskrit sound.

"Who's calling?"

The golden body of the evil bird statue on the Buddha's shoulder fell off and actually flew down from the Buddha's back.

The ferocious bird claw grabbed Pu Du Ci Hang and pinned the white-browed old monk down.

"You are the one looking for me?"

The evil bird transformed into a human form, becoming a black-robed man with sinister features. His big hands with distinct bones and muscles still tightly gripped Pu Du Ci Hang's neck.

The white-browed old monk Pu Du Ci Hang remained calm and said, "I, Pu Du Ci Hang, greet Your Excellency, Lord Peng Demon King! I know that you dare to rebel against the Buddha and disobey the orders of the immortals and Buddhas. You are bolder than anyone else. I need your help."

"Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?"

Demon King Peng increased the strength of his hand, and the face of the white-browed old monk gradually turned red.

"I am old and rotten, and my bones are not to your liking. I have a Buddhist treasure to offer, as long as you can help me."

Pu Du Ci Hang explained grimly.

"You are so stupid. If I kill you, won't the Buddha treasures also belong to me?"

Demon King Peng shouted fiercely.

"It is easy for Lord Peng to kill me, but it will cut off the millions of believers that the Buddha Mother receives every year, and the blood food of the Arhats and monks at Guangmingding, where the Buddha Mother resides. How will you explain this to the Buddha Mother?"

"Of course, I have my own uses..."

Pu Du Ci Hang was held tightly in the claws of Demon King Peng, but when he spoke, a blue smoke involuntarily spurted out of his mouth, and the breath was extremely cold.

"Your Excellency, please do not blame me for speaking frankly. As long as I live in this world, from the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on Mount Lingshan to the countless ghosts and gods in the netherworld, everyone will give me face. The incense and oil in the sky are not enjoyed by me alone. If your Excellency really kills me, how can I explain to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?"

The cold air was biting, and the Demon King Peng pondered for a moment and then loosened his hand.

"Since you are willing to sacrifice your life to summon me, who is your opponent?"

Demon King Peng said with a gloomy face.

The Dharma body he sent to this world was just a feather, only a part of his original strength, so naturally he had to figure out his enemy.

The Changxian and Huixian under Pudu Cihang were all killed by Lin Dong, and with the destruction of Black Mountain, he knew that he was facing a powerful enemy.

In recent days, I have been acting on impulse and can sense crisis from time to time.

Therefore, today, the maid who was trained with great effort was used for blood sacrifice to summon the Demon King Peng.

Pu Du Ci Hang was just about to discuss one or two of the enemies with Demon King Peng in detail, when at this moment, a rumbling roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

"Pudu Cihang, an old friend is coming to visit, why don't you see me?"

"Why not, why not..."

The sound echoed repeatedly, covering the entire temple complex in an instant.

……

The strong wind blew the banners on the temple, and the flags on the eaves of the temple tilted in one direction.

"who is it?"

In the temple, a hideous smile flashed across the face of the Demon King Peng, and he opened his mouth and spit out a Fang Tian Hua Ji.

He raised his weapon upside down and rushed out to meet them. The demons were tyrannical, and even if they were immortals or Buddhas, they could not change their nature. Pudu Cihang's mouth curled up a trace of sneer, and he murmured: "Hell has no door and you have invited yourself. Today, this old monk will save you."

Woo woo woo.

The sun sets in the evening and the cold wind swirls.

A red cloud was rolling in the sky, and two young men were standing on top of the cloud.

One of them is Huanxin who wields the butcher knife, and the other is the monk Fahai who wears a white monk robe with loose clothes and wide sleeves.

Huanxin asked Fahai for help, naturally in the capacity of the Ten Directions of Tianlong Temple.

When Fahai heard that Tianlong Temple, also a ten-direction monastery, had suffered a disaster, he felt it was his duty to eliminate the demons and defend the way.

After forcing Lin Dong away and successfully collecting the two killing swords, Ziying and Qingsuo, Monk Fahai performed some rituals and practiced them before rushing to the Peacock King Temple with Huanxin.

Pudu Cihang stroked his white eyebrows lightly, strode out of the temple, and shouted like a dragon singing: "Who are you? How dare you come to my Peacock King Sect to make trouble?"

"Old thief, your end is here."

Huanxin didn't say much and just threw it away.

Peng dong.

A round head fell from the clouds and rolled directly to the feet of Pu Du Ci Hang.

Blood splattered hoarsely.

The setting sun adds an orange hue to everything.

Pudu Cihang looked closely and saw that it was a fox head. One of his subordinates, Huixian, Changxian, Huxian... was a fox fairy. Pudu Cihang's face became even gloomier, and he angrily scolded Yundu and the other man, "Evil heretics."

"Hmph. Got it."

Huanxin sneered coldly.

dong dong dong.

The noises continued, and it was as if a rain of heads was falling.

One after another, heads were smashed in front of the Buddha Temple, and they were all monsters from the mountains.

It turned out to be Huanxin, who, relying on their magical powers, went to the temple first with Fahai, cleared out most of Pudu Cihang's followers, and emptied out the court of Nanli.

And all of these are heads covered in bruises.

The wind is blowing hard.

There seemed to be a smell of blood in the wind.

"Are you worthy of being monks? You kill people indiscriminately like this?"

Pudu Cihang's face contained a murderous aura. He waved his sleeves and a statue of Buddha suddenly appeared behind him.

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." Waves of Sanskrit sounds rang out in the air.

If we say that Pu Du Ci Hang is quick, in fact there are people who are quicker than him.

That is the Demon King Peng!

Demon King Peng held the Fang Tian Hua Ji upside down in his hand and rushed out directly.

The sharp halberd blade stabbed directly into the white-robed monk in the air.

Demon King Peng's speed is extremely fast, almost like teleportation.

The moment the pair of indifferent and sinister pupils fixed their sight on Monk Fahai, the blade of the Fang Tian Hua Ji pierced into Fahai's chest, and golden blood splashed high into the air.

Everything happens in an instant.

Namo Amitabha...

Waves of Sanskrit sounds hit his mind. Monk Fahai was indeed one step behind. He was more than a beat slower and felt sharp pain in his temple.

Under the mental shock, Monk Fahai fell into a moment of stiffness.

Then, he could only watch the sharp blade pierce his chest. Fortunately, Huanxin was still strong enough...

The moment the Fang Tian Hua Ji was thrust out, Huan Xin, who had originally planned to deal with Pu Du Ci Hang who was good at magic, immediately changed his target.

The butcher knife used to kill pigs and castrate dogs blocked the attack with a click, and with a huge force, the slanted blade of the Fang Tian Hua Ji was blocked.

A sharp sonic boom sounded in the air, but this sound was instantly drowned out by the soul-calling Buddhist chants.

Fahai managed to break free, but the wound on his chest almost ripped him open.

"Damn it!" Fahai was so angry that his teeth chattered. He stretched out his arms to block and a piece of Zen staff appeared out of thin air.

After suffering a small loss in an instant, Fahai swung his Zen stick violently and smashed it at the head of Demon King Peng.

"Where did you come from, you little monk? You are so ignorant. Why don't you just die in front of me?"

Demon King Peng still had enough strength to fend off the two men, so he pulled back and tried to block the Zen staff.

At this moment, a red knife light flashed by, and under the orange sun, the not-so-thick clouds were cut by the knife, leaving a gap of seventeen or eighteen meters.

The shocking sword light should have cut off half of Peng Demon King's head, but...

This thief is quite amazing.

The speed is astonishing.

The knife light only shredded a residual shadow on the spot, and Demon King Peng quickly distanced himself, but he held the Fang Tian Hua Ji in one hand and gently touched his cheek with the other hand.

There was a vague cut on the left side of his face, breaking the skin.

Demon King Peng couldn't help but get furious. "Who are you?" he asked immediately.

"Old friend, I recognized you, but you didn't recognize me? I am Huanxin, the God of War who caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace with Master Wukong five hundred years ago. Why don't you recognize me?"

Huanxin had a half-smile on her face.

"It's you!"

The Demon King Peng's voice was like thunder exploding in the sky, and his breathing became three times heavier.

“Huanxin, Huanxin, Huanxin. That guy…”

Demon King Peng's face became gloomy and he began to hesitate.

"Demon King Peng, you and the Great Sage Covering the Sea, Demon King Jiao, were both famous in the world and were the two heroes of the demon world. Why don't you let go of today's matter for the sake of your old friend?"

Huan Xin said.

"This……"

Demon King Peng hesitated for a moment.

"Venerable, don't mislead yourself. Why listen to other people's nonsense? If he is really a great sage, how could he appear here and be so weak?" Pu Du Ci Hang below also shouted.

at the same time.

The shadow of Sakyamuni behind Pudu Cihang stretched out his palm, and in the palm of his palm was a blood-red devil eye.

His eyes were filled with endless cunning and cruelty.

A ray of golden light shot out.

The speed of this golden light was beyond human imagination. Monk Fahai raised the golden bowl with his backhand, intending to collect the false Buddha image behind Pudu Cihang.

What I didn't expect was...

The explosion of golden light was so invincible that it actually penetrated the golden bowl of the Buddha.

With a loud rumbling sound, the golden bowl exploded.

Not only did Fahai spit out blood uncontrollably, but his palm was also pierced. Dark blue blood flowed out of the wound instead of the golden blood of Buddhism. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The golden light of Doushe contains a fierce poison.

Huanxin, Fahai originally planned to come to Nanli to clear out the demons, but unexpectedly, he ran into a ruthless guy and got into a fierce battle.

Lin Dong, who was watching secretly, was enjoying it very much.

As for Huanxin, Lin Dong didn't take Fahai's temporary disadvantage to heart, because he knew Huanxin's ability, and he had not even used 20% or 30% of his full potential.

(End of this chapter)