one person's life

Chapter 166 The Spell Master Guanyin Pagoda Noble

Tang Muzhi's semi-transparent body was stained with bits of Buddha's light, and the sharp Yang Qi used the power of his air-splitting palm to slap Tanaka Xuanqing's head!
Unexpectedly, Tanaka Xuanqing's reaction was quite fast. As soon as the conflict between the Kuang Chan Group and the Fish and Dragon Society and other forces started, he was worried that Tang Muzhi and Tang Can would cause trouble.

It's a pity that the timing is not very good. What if I come here alone?Just delay their time.

Seeing Tang Muzhi's merciless strike, endless anger welled up in Tanaka Xuanqing's eyes. Along with the anger, there was a secret Japanese curse composed of Qi body!

Tanaka Xuanqing is a spell master!

The cyan will-o'-the-wisp instantly blocked in front of Tanaka Xuanqing. Tang Muzhi stopped his body, leaving only the powerful force of his chopping palm to attack the will-o'-the-wisp.

boom!
The door of a Zen room facing Tang Muzhi was smashed into pieces. The will-o'-the-wisps were repulsed by the Yang Qi and flew everywhere. The wooden beams were covered with green will-o'-the-wisps and began to burn.

At the moment when Tang Muzhi froze, Tanaka Xuanqing dodged the fatal air-splitting palm. A light blue light emitted from the tip of his tongue, and the vague secret text flashed, and then gradually became clear - "レイ" !
A bolt of icy blue lightning flashed across the Zen room that was eroded by the green ghost fire, shocking the cold moonlight and fleeing in all directions!

Tang Muzhi and Tang Can were targeted by lightning at the same time, and they dodged sideways.

"It's not slow..." Tang Muzhi said in his heart, taking out the business card modified with a screwdriver.

Curse spellers, like Onmyoji, are two of the more prosperous schools of aliens in Japan, but the former is much rarer.

Onmyoji is good at retrieving ghosts and refining them into shikigami to defeat the enemy; the incantation master learns and engraves incantations, and these incantations have various functions... According to the definition of domestic schools, the former is a combination of witchcraft and talismans; the latter is It is a combination of warlock, forbidden art and painting art.

Of course, there are many mixed things, which does not mean that the spell caster can master them all. Just talking about the painting technique, even if only the Wang family is the mainstay in the country, the mystery is not something that the spell caster can fully understand.

Tang Can took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and black-purple poisonous mist as majestic as the waves on the river spurted out from his mouth, instantly surrounding Tang Muzhi and Tanaka Xuanqing in front of him.

"Excuse me!"

Tanaka Xuanqing pinched the hand formula, and a crimson qi light flashed from the palm of her hand to resist the invasion of qi poison.Tang Muzhi was not idle either, he used the poisonous mist to eliminate the obstructing Buddha's light, hid invisible again, and approached Tian Zhongxuanqing secretly.

"It's not good..." Tianzhong Xuanqing watched as the pardon article was gradually dimmed by the poisonous mist, and Tang Muzhi's figure also disappeared, his brows jumped wildly, and a chill arose in his heart.

The green will-o'-the-wisp ignited the surrounding Zen rooms, and the thick smoke rising into the sky immediately attracted everyone fighting in the sparkling courtyard.

"There are people fighting over there!"

"Is it the Kuangchan group, these evil beasts? When did they invade our rear?"

"The green will-o'-the-wisp? Is it the incantation of Tanaka Xuanqing, the president of the Sawagawa Society?"

"Quick support!"

The elders of the Nichiren Sect are about to rush into the fire scene with their disciples.

A middle-aged man wearing a suit from the Fish and Dragon Society raised his brows when he caught a glimpse of the green will-o'-the-wisp. He thought for a moment, then swung out his short knife and chopped down the crazy Zen group in front of him, then turned and rushed toward the center of the Zen temple where sawdust and sparks were scattered.

"Hey! Over there, don't pay attention to the meditation room over there. Just concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of you!" A young member of the Fish and Dragon Society showed a proud look on his face. "Minister Tsujimu has already rushed over. No matter how many enemies there are, He will be killed on the spot!"

The members of the Nichiren Sect were just blocked by two shikigami, and a life-and-death struggle began again.

……

"..."

The faint ghost fire carried surging heat and approached the invisible Tang Muzhi. His expression did not change, and he stared intently at Tanaka Xuanqing, whose eyes were flashing with spells.

Tanaka Xuanqing behaved very calmly. He did not choose to turn around and escape rashly. Instead, he activated the spell to block the poisonous mist with all his strength, and then placed a spell around his body to resist the upcoming hidden killing.

"Once the thought of focusing on defense is disturbed by external distractions, it is the time for him to die." Tang Can raised the poison barrier to isolate the high temperature, and rushed into the poisonous mist to attack Tanaka Xuanqing without hesitation.

Tang Muzhi had not been trained as an assassin for long, and he rarely fought or cooperated with Tang Can and others. Their cooperation was not a tacit understanding, so taking action at this time actually interfered with Tang Muzhi's actions.

The two sides were in a stalemate for several minutes, until the sound of clanging footsteps broke through the sound of burning wood and reached Tanaka Xuanqing's ears.

The footsteps were thick and powerful, and they landed with a sound. First, the person who came was a burly and strong man, and then there was an old friend who looked very much like him.

The sound of footsteps seemed to relax Tanaka Xuanqing's tense nerves, bringing him victory and hope, inspiring courage, and fearless confidence. A trace of surprise was visible in his eyes.

Then the joy suddenly stopped, because Tang Muzhi's hand thorn had penetrated the trap of the spell, and the hard forehead bone and the "Vajra Protective Curse" were as if they were nothing, and it went straight into the center of his eyebrows!
"Tanaka!"

A cry of surprise came from outside the poisonous fog on the left side of Tianzhong Xuanqing, and the spells on Tianzhong Xuanqing's body suddenly bombarded Tang Muzhi!

Thunder and lightning, will-o'-the-wisps, ice... and several ghosts swarmed forward. Tang Muzhi removed his illusory body barrier, his eyes ignited with flames, and his long hair turned pure white. If it weren't for the weird headgear, he would be like an immortal at this moment. Coming into the world, it is mysterious and unpredictable.

The Great Zhoutian was operating at full strength, and the Yang Qi exploded with strong repulsive force, scattering the incantations and spells that lacked stamina one by one. Tang Muzhi seemed to be unscathed.

"how is this possible!"

The person who came was Tsujiki, the official director of the Ichthyosaurus Club's Strategy Department. His hardened face was filled with disbelief. Seeing his old friend Tanaka Xuanqing killed by the enemy with one move, the tremor in his heart had not subsided. He also saw the attack made by Tanaka Xuanqing All the spells and spells were fired, but they were completely unable to do anything to Tang Muzhi, and the shock in his heart could not be greater.

"There is such a strong person!"

In Tsujimu's trance, Tang Muzhi disappeared again. He and Tang Can coincidentally chose to turn towards the Guanyin Tower behind the Sparkling Courtyard.

"Oops, it's going to be really bad now..." Tsujimu drew out his short sword, carefully avoiding the poisonous mist and flames that were gradually spreading around, and jumped to the roof of a Zen room that had not yet been affected.

"Is the target a Buddha treasure? We need to quickly send reinforcements to our headquarters."

...On the other side, Tang Muzhi and Tang Can drove the phantom body barrier and passed through the burning Zen rooms, bypassing the battlefield between the Kuang Zen group and the Japanese "decorate", passed the wave light courtyard, and the seven-story stone illuminated by the leaping flames The wooden Guanyin Tower was revealed in front of the two of them.

The Guanyin Pagoda seems to be built in imitation of the Xianfeng Miao Pagoda in China. It has an octagonal cone structure and the area decreases layer by layer from bottom to top. The exterior of the tower is connected to each other with blue strips of stone and stone slabs. The joints of each layer are several meters higher than the eaves. , eight crescent-shaped stones are inserted into the horns of the fifth layer of stratification, and they are upturned like horns, holding up the cold white moon.

"It's quite spectacular." Tang Can muttered, bypassing the guarding monks, and jumped over the stone steps at the bottom of the tower and rushed into the open door.

Tang Muzhi followed closely behind, but there was no one on the bottom floor.

The Guanyin Pagoda is only a temporary place for the Buddha's head. This is probably because before the invasion of the Kuang Zen Group, the masters of the Yulongkai, Nichiren Sect, and Pure Land Sect were all concentrated in the sparkling courtyard in front of the tower. Therefore, the precautions inside the Guanyin Pagoda are not complete. tight.

"How is your heart?"

Seeing the strange blush on Tang Muzhi's face, Tang Can knew that he was having a heart attack and said with concern.

"Huh -" Tang Muzhi took a long breath and clasped his left chest at the heart, as if this could relieve the pain, "It doesn't matter whether it works or not, there is no delay!"

Tang Can nodded heavily. Assassin is a very risky profession. Excellent assassins are even shorter-lived. He doesn't want a genius who can kill first-class masters at the age of 17 to suffer from serious diseases at this age and end up in a young age. The fate of premature death.

The seven-story stone and wooden tower was empty except for the thick log load-bearing pillar standing in the center. Apart from the dark murals, there was nothing around. Tang Muzhi and Tang Can rushed to the top of the tower without stopping.

Tang Muzhi said that it was not difficult to take down the Buddha's head with their ability, but what was difficult was to carry the more than 40 kilograms of Buddha's head out of the pagoda safely in a swaggering manner.

Hidden Qi went up to the tower, and when he reached the sixth floor, Tang Muzhi suddenly saw the figure sitting upright in the tower. Tang Can soon noticed this scene and was startled. No wonder there was no sound, it turned out to be a withered skeleton.

Tang Can quietly walked over, attached a purple poison barrier to his right hand, and stretched it out to test it.

The withered body was naked and the head was hanging down. There was no life at all, and there was no corpse poison on the body. He nodded to Tang Muzhi and continued walking upward.

Tang Muzhi's sensitive hearing caught the sound of long breaths from above, he held Tang Can and gestured for it, Tang Can understood, and quickly concentrated on hiding his irritable body.

Putting aside this inexplicable corpse, both of them knew that if there was really someone guarding the Buddha's head on the top of the tower, then this person must be very powerful and assassination-oriented. If the battle alerted the people outside the Guanyin Tower, it would attract a large number of enemies and trap them. Come on, it will be hard to fly by then.

Stepping quietly onto the top of the seven-story tower, the bright moon seemed to be a mural inserted horizontally outside the tower. An old monk wearing a thin white robe sat cross-legged under the moon, bathing in the pure moonlight, as if he had completely blended into this cold painting. , not realistic at all.

The old monk seemed to have passed away a long time ago. His tall and thin body was like a piece of dead wood. If an ordinary person looked at it at a glance, he would subconsciously regard it as a dead object like a table, chair, or bench... but the two young Tangmen could see it. doorway.

This is a state of meditative concentration. It is often said that the final state of the "Four Zen and Eight Concentrations" in the human world has no appearance or appearance - it is the concentration of neither thinking nor non-thinking.

Tang Can was one of the first people in the sect besides Tang Miaoxing and other clan elders and Tang Ming to come into contact with the "Ming" contemplation method. Before Tie Fang Mountain escaped from the difficulties in Shennongjia, the Tang sect also had a set of the most basic internal cultivation contemplation method, but it was not complete. The various wonderful methods of observing the Dharma... Tang Can is the most solid person in internal cultivation. He thinks that his level of meditation is far beyond ordinary people, but at this time, it is really nothing compared to this person. He only occasionally meditates in Tang Muzhi Sometimes I have similar feelings.

Tang Muzhi was even more straightforward. When he saw the white-robed old monk, he dispelled the illusory body barrier and even took off the bandit's hood directly.

"Crazy?!" Tang Can's eyes widened and he became restless in an instant, and his illusory body barrier was broken.

Tang Muzhi felt his lips were dry and smiled bitterly: "Master, if I had known you were coming, we wouldn't have come."

The old monk sitting cross-legged on the pagoda took a deep breath, stood up, and opened a pair of eyes that were brighter than the moonlight. His eyes did not look like a Buddha who was neither happy nor sad, but had kind eyes and had just finished his meditation. Rather, he looked like a hero. Light and bright.

Through the faint moonlight, Tang Can finally recognized the old monk's identity - he was the master of mercy who came back to Tangmen with Tie Fangshan back then!He even met him at Tie Fangshan’s funeral a few months ago!

"Master of Compassion?!"

Tang Can almost screamed.

"Two benefactors from the Tang Sect, long time no see..." The crowd bowed to the two men, their expressions indifferent, as if the chaotic war below had nothing to do with him.

"During the chaos below, I suddenly saw the poisonous mist spreading from the Tang Sect, so I specially waited for you to arrive... We don't have much time, we might as well leave this place of right and wrong first." Ming Zhong greeted and took out a dark leather bag from behind. , he lifted it up lightly, but Tang Can could clearly see the sutures on the handle of the leather bag that were about to break.

"Could this be the Buddha's head?"

"That's right." Minzhong smiled, "That's why I traveled thousands of miles east to Japan."

There was no time to reminisce about the past. Although there was still confusion, Tang Muzhi and Tang Can could already roughly outline the original situation in their minds.

"Let's go down first. With the master here, it's okay for us to walk sideways on this section of the road?" Tang Muzhi led the crowd downstairs. When he saw the inexplicable corpse on the sixth floor, he chuckled.

"Hey..." the faces of the mourners turned bitter, "I still can't underestimate the enemy... I've been squatting here for several days and still haven't received any water. Now I just want to take the Buddha's head and rush back to Tiantai Mountain."

There was no time to lament the plight of Mingzhong. The three of them left the nameless corpses and got off the tower. Tang Muzhi and Tang Can hid themselves and went out from the main entrance of Guanyin Pagoda. Mingzhong knelt on the spot and then carried [-] to [-] kilograms of The Buddha's head turned into a white lightning and flew out, making no sound as it fell to the ground. The patrolling monks around him did not react at all.

The corner of Tang Can's mouth twitched, while Tang Muzhi sighed sincerely.

"sharp."

Outside the Guanyin Temple is a forest surrounded by white brick walls. The crowd has long been familiar with the way of retreat, leading Tang Muzhi and Tang Can to easily break through the patrolling circle of monks and return to the noisy city.

"This... seems to be going surprisingly well so far?" Tang Can felt a little like waking up from a dream.

He numbly took out the lock pick tool he had prepared a few days ago, and opened the door of a Mitsubishi off-road vehicle parked nearby. Tang Muzhi got on the passenger seat, handed Minzhong a bottle and placed it on the passenger seat. Mineral water on the table.

"Master, are you used to this? Can you open it?"

Mingzhong licked his dry and cracked lips and stiffly took the stolen water.

Tang Muzhi opened the map to confirm the location, Tang Can stepped on the accelerator, and the three of them quickly drove out of this international metropolis where it was not suitable to stay for a long time amidst the roar of the car.

(End of this chapter)