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Chapter 144 Double Standard Monk
"Master, you are in trouble..." The girl's charm was no longer the same as before. She seemed to have been severely injured, and her aura actually dropped below the level of Taoism.

A bloody mouth opened from the void behind her, swallowing her entire body in an instant.

At this time, the blood red covering the sky gradually faded away, completely dissipating in an instant.

It's just that the clouds and mist are still thick and thick, if they want to be suppressed.

Xie Que let out a breath. Although this Flesh Bodhisattva is just a collection of corpses of ordinary people and warriors, its super resilience makes its vitality extremely tenacious.

If it wasn't for spending a lot of energy and blood, almost all the blood in his body evaporated in an instant, and Xie Que used his fist to blow up his ashes, it might not be so easy to kill.

The phantom of the big fish behind him re-morphed into the Monkey King, and several monkey hairs fell from his body.

The holy method of fighting is not only a Tiangang numbering method, but also a divination method.

After Xie Que redeemed the Wishful Book, the phantom of the Monkey King had this effect.

"Someone is peeping in the dark." Xie Que scanned the surroundings with the spirit of a martial artist, and finally looked at the sea.

An old monk in yellow robes walked on the water, constantly chanting the name of the Buddha.

Xie Que recalled that the monk's robes looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Amitabha." The yellow-robed old monk was holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, and there was a huge orca at his feet.

Looking at the aura of the orca, it seems that he has already entered the Tao.

Xie Que couldn't help but be surprised that there was actually a great demon among the killer whales.

"The barrier has been lifted, and we're at the place." The orca revealed half of its head, and said, "Old monk, it's time to pay the toll."

Xie Que was stunned. This tone was somewhat similar to the human race of Qiongyuhai.

And judging from his tone, it was exactly the same as those orcas nearby, extremely philistine.

The old monk couldn't help but froze, and the sound of chanting stopped abruptly.

The orca spoke again: "You don't want to ride a Tyrannosaurus whale, do you? Be careful that my grandma will trouble you at Nanfa Temple."

"Please wait a moment, donor." The old monk's face dropped.

Nanfa Temple?A thunder exploded in Xie Que's heart. Isn't that the place where Feng Zidu was born?

After a long period of silence, the old monk took out three demon pills from his waist and threw them into the sea.

The orca jumped up happily and swallowed one mouthful after another, and the old monk also stepped forward and stepped on the water.

Xie Que wanted to call the orca to stop, but he didn't know that the orca was like a black streamer, and it disappeared under the water in an instant.

He forced down the curiosity in his heart and looked at the old monk in front of him.

"Master, did you come from Nanfa Temple?" Xie Que secretly released a sense of martial saint's aura, and found that the old monk's aura was like a sea, and he was a little confused.

At least a Da Zhenren of the sixth level of thunder tribulation or above, maybe even higher.

However, the aura of Buddhism in this old monk was quite pure. Xie Que thought about it and found that he was somewhat similar to the young monk from a thousand years ago.

The old monk nodded, covered his face and sighed: "I thought Dazhou was a Buddhist kingdom on earth, but I never thought it would be so rampant."

He bowed and saluted, his head almost touching the water: "On behalf of the people of Dazhou, I would like to express my gratitude to the benefactor."

Xie Que's mouth twitched.

How can you, a monk who came from an unknown distance, have the qualifications to represent the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

But Xie Que was a little interested, and asked, "Why did Master come here?"

The old monk's face became miserable, and he sat cross-legged on the surface of the water: "The poor monk was invited by Ming Xuan Lord to come across the sea to cast down demons."

Xie Que couldn't help being stunned for a while, Mingxuan is the temple name of Emperor Xuande.

And Emperor Xuande is the last emperor, the biological father of King Yan, who worships Taoism and Buddha, but he doesn't like Shuiyue Temple.

He even once wanted to abolish Feng Zidu's title as emperor teacher.

Therefore, he ascended the throne for three years when he was over 60 years old. He died at the end of his life because he had not yet entered Taoism.

The Buddhist and Taoist alliance behind King Yan was an alliance formed by Emperor Xuande at that time, with the intention of fighting against Shuiyue Chanyuan.

Xie guessed that the demon that Emperor Xuande spoke of should be Shuiyue Temple.

He asked the old monk again: "Emperor Xuande passed away decades ago, the master came across the sea this time, what kind of demon is it?"

The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name: "It's okay, Ming Xuan Lord has already inherited all this to King Yan, and the poor monk only needs to assist King Yan."

"Seeing that the donor is so powerful, like the Tai Sui God in the sky, why don't you help King Yan with me to conquer the demons in the world."

Xie Que secretly said that it was indeed the case.

At the bottom of his heart, he was wondering, do you monks from Nanfa Temple only know this one sentence when you praise people?

After pondering for a while, Xie Que's face became serious: "The flesh and blood Bodhisattva just now, Master, can you see the shape clearly?"

The old monk nodded: "When the void world came, the old monk was blocked from outside, but he could still see clearly."

He clasped his hands together: "If the benefactor hadn't descended like a god, the thousands of people in this city would all have become tributes to this altar."

After hearing this, Xie Que showed a smile and told the old monk word by word: "This flesh and blood Bodhisattva was done by King Yan's men."

"Since Master knows about this, do you still want to assist King Yan?"

But to Xie Que's surprise, the old monk nodded his head: "It's okay."

"King Kong casts an angry gaze while subduing demons, and he will also commit anger. Although this action is inappropriate, it shows King Yan's determination."

"The words of the benefactor made the poor monk even more optimistic about King Yan."

Xie Que was a little dumbfounded, it's really good of you, old Deng, to change your face and play double standards.

He did not believe in evil: "Master, if King Yan wants you to slaughter a city for rebellion, will you be willing?"

"Amitabha." A trace of compassion appeared on the old monk's face: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Although he didn't say it directly, Xie Que already knew what the old monk meant.

He sighed: "Dare to ask Master's Buddha name?"

The old monk shook his head: "I have not been able to practice Mahayana Buddhism and dare not speak the Buddha's name in vain. The old monk has a name, Feng Tianyu."

"Feng Tianyu." Xie Que was somewhat familiar. After a little thought, he realized that he was the abbot of Nanfa Temple a thousand years ago.

The old monk entered Taoism thousands of years ago, but now he has no idea how much he has cultivated. If he doesn't make a breakthrough, his lifespan will probably not be long.

After all, humans and monsters are different. Spirits and monsters practice slowly but have extremely long lifespans.

But human beings cultivate quickly, even if they are Daoists, their limit lifespan is only more than 1000.

If you want to live longer, you need some auxiliary means or natural treasures.

But Xie Que guessed that this old monk should not have reached the ninth level of lightning calamity, otherwise he should have closed a deadly test in order to break through.

Under the Nine Tribulations, even with full firepower, he could touch it.

Xie Que became expressionless: "Grandmaster, please turn around. King Yan is not a good thing. Master must also see it clearly. Why don't you spend more days in cultivation to prove the true king of Yangshen?"

The old monk raised his head and looked at Xie Que, but there was no more compassion in his eyes: "The poor monk has ten metaphors, and he is only two things away from spinning the fire wheel and empty flowers."

Xie Que understood in an instant, and also knew the real purpose of the old monk's coming here.

He was very familiar with the "Ten Metaphors of Visualization and Esoteric Text" from Nanbo Temple, and one of the "Ten Metaphors" he condensed was the spinning fire wheel.

It says: the change of courts in the past dynasties is endless, like a wheel of fire, without rest.

The "spinning wheel" here refers to the dragon spirit of the dynasty.

Since there are still two metaphors missing, it means that the cultivation base of the old monk should be at the eighth level of thunder calamity.

And the empty flower is the law of non-existence. There are no sentient beings, no things, and nothing.

It is necessary for the practitioner to completely forget the nine metaphors he has practiced before he can get a void flower.

According to the rumors, the void flower contains all Buddhist teachings.

After condensing the Void Flower, you should have broken through into the Tao and attained the Yangshen Dao.

Xie Que sneered: "It turns out that Nanfa Temple is only for saving oneself but not for sentient beings, and it is the same origin."

(End of this chapter)