Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

A strange color flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes.

Ever since he learned how to "convert three pure things into one spirit", no one has ever seen through his true colors.

Neither the Taoist Immortal, nor the Guanyin, the head of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, nor the powerful immortals behind the various hidden sects noticed anything unusual.

Unexpectedly, after the Buddhist World-Honored Master appeared, he could tell that he was a clone with just one glance, and his identity was revealed in public.

Everyone present changed their expressions upon hearing this.

Xuanzang rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and used all the magical powers such as clairvoyance and telepathy.

No matter how he looked at it, the Zhao Xuan in front of him was his original form, and there was no trace of his incarnation at all.

But the Lord will not lie, that can only prove one thing.

Zhao Xuan was stronger than he expected.

Thinking of this, his face became even more ugly.

No matter how good the Golden Lotus of Merit and the Ancient Bodhi Tree are, they are treasures owned by the public, but their lives are their own. If I had known about them, I would have given them to them, so why bother with such a powerful enemy?

How about offering the treasure with both hands and asking Zhao Xuan for forgiveness in a low voice?

Until now, he still felt that Zhao Xuan came to Daleiyin Temple today to get back the treasure.

His eyes glanced at the bloody long sword in Zhao Xuan's hand, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "I'm afraid I have offended Zhao Xuan severely this time, and it will be difficult to let it go."

"In that case..."

A sharp look suddenly flashed in Xuan Zang's eyes.

"Then make sure everything is done."

Since the World Honored One has seen through Zhao Xuan's true identity, he has his own way of dealing with Zhao Xuan.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, please ask the Lord to take action to avoid future troubles forever.

Dao Sansheng looked at Zhao Xuan with a complicated expression.

Every time he went into danger with Zhao Xuan, he comforted himself that Zhao Xuan was not afraid. He was protected by a master who was a great supernatural power in the immortal world. How could he be inferior to him?

As a result, someone told him that it was only the incarnation of Zhao Xuan who was involved in the danger with him, and the death or injury would not affect his own safety at all.

The feeling is really unpleasant.

Those Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats whose spiritual thoughts were wiped out and their most devout followers were killed all shouted: "This child is so deeply possessed by demonic nature that there is no cure. Please show your miraculous power, World Honored One, to find where this child's true form is and capture him." kill."

"Please World Honored One, please eliminate this great demon for Buddhism in the human world."

Under everyone's petition, the Buddha calmly responded: "Yes."

The Zen-like sound floats in the air and lingers for a long time.

The raised palms were suddenly flattened, palms facing down.

To outsiders, the Buddha just moved randomly.

But in Zhao Xuan's eyes, the palm kept enlarging, covering the sky and the sun in the blink of an eye, pressing towards him with extremely terrifying and tyrannical pressure.

It was like a sacred mountain falling from the sky.

With a thought in Zhao Xuan's mind, he wanted to connect with the earth, integrate himself with the area hundreds of miles around, and use the thick and wide earth to deal with this move.

If it succeeds, he will have no worries.

No, the tens of thousands of monks in Lingshan today will all be buried with his incarnation.

The Buddha looked indifferent, and his palms kept falling.

But a million feet of Buddha's light burst out from the palm of his hand, illuminating the heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

A slight cracking sound was heard.

Zhao Xuan's expression changed slightly.

The moment the Buddha's light fell on the earth, it was closely connected with him, and the earth, like one body, suddenly turned into nothingness.

In his perception, the earth disappeared and could no longer be contacted.

The sky also becomes very distant and difficult to reach.

He seemed to be excluded from heaven and earth.

No, he should have been pulled into the Buddha's field.

Suddenly, endless darkness swept over him, and the surging and terrifying breath blocked all his breathing channels, making him feel suffocated.

Death is coming.

Zhao Xuan tightened his grip on the bloody sword in his hand.

A blazing killing intent shot up into the sky, scattering much of the Buddha's light.

The sword's light shines brightly, like the sun coming down.

But in front of the Buddha's palm that covers the sky and the sun, he still looks insignificant.

Zhao Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he activated his sword light to strike at the Buddha's palm, like a moth flying into the flame.

He is just an incarnation. Even if he dies, he will not lose much.

But even if you die, you must die heroically and make the other party pay a sufficient price.

When the sword intent soared into the sky, the indifferent Buddha's face showed a trace of fluctuation. He spoke slowly: "Who taught you this sword?"

Zhao Xuan did not respond and concentrated on urging the sword light.

"Tear!"

The moment the sword light hit the Buddha's palm, there was the sound of a blunt instrument cutting leather.

The hidden murderous edge exploded for the second time. He circled around and cut off a finger from the Buddha's palm, but it was unable to move forward and was shattered by the palm.

Zhao Xuan sighed, after all, he was not strong enough.

If he were stronger, this sword would not only cut off a finger, but also cut off the entire palm.

Then he chopped off the head of the Buddha.

Without the obstruction of the sword light, the four-fingered Buddha palm stopped three feet in front of Zhao Xuan's forehead.

The violent storm that followed turned into wind blades and fell on Zhao Xuan.

"Dang-dang-dang!"

On the "Houtu Golden Body", white marks of different shades were left.

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Did the Buddha show mercy because he wanted to explore his real body through his incarnation?

Just when he was hesitating whether to blow himself up and block the other party's exploration, Buddha's light burst out from the Buddha's palm again.

In an instant, it was like tens of thousands of sacred mountains descending at the same time, making Zhao Xuan unable to move.

The Buddha asked again: "Who taught you this sword?"

Zhao Xuan thought.

This move of "Supreme Purity·Killing Gods" was originally learned by him from the many treasured Taoist treasures of Sanqing Temple.

Later, he met someone with great supernatural powers who taught him the Dharma, and he was promoted to "Shangqing·Slaying Immortals".

Listening to this tone, it seems that the Buddha knows that great supernatural being and is quite afraid of him?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have hesitated to take action and insisted on asking for the truth.

He thought for a while and replied: "This is... taught by a mysterious and powerful person."

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Xuan realized something was wrong.

He originally wanted to deceive the Great Buddha. This sword was passed down by his master, and he used the Great Buddha's fear of that great supernatural power to protect this incarnation.

Unexpectedly, after saying it, it automatically turned into telling the truth.

It's the Big Buddha's fault.

He soon realized that the Buddha must have used some kind of magical power to force him to answer truthfully.

The Buddha was silent for a while and then sighed leisurely: "It turned out to be a disciple of an old friend."

"Since you are a disciple of an old friend, why do you want to kill Buddhist disciples wantonly?"

Zhao Xuan closed his lips tightly and remained silent. His whole body was empty and he didn't think about anything.

If he could talk nonsense, he would certainly say that it was because Xuanzang was dishonest, refused to give him the Buddhist treasures he promised, and even provoked him with words.

However, with the Buddha's strange magical power, he could only tell the truth.

He didn't want to expose his secret of hunting down the spiritual thoughts of Buddha, Bodhisattva and Arhat to gain fruition status.

As long as he bites his tongue and doesn't speak, the Buddha should not be able to detect his thoughts.

Seeing that Zhao Xuan didn't speak, the Buddha waved to Xuan Zang in the distance: "You tell me."

Zhao Xuan didn't say it, but others did.

Xuanzang felt a strong force coming from him and was instantly pulled to Zhao Xuan's side.

He rolled his eyes and instantly listed countless charges against Zhao Xuan.

When he opened his mouth, it changed into: "The poor monk once promised him that if he succeeds to the position of great abbot with his help, he will give him meritorious golden lotus, ancient Bodhi tree and other Buddhist teachings as reward."

"Now he comes to ask for it, but the poor monk has selfish motives and doesn't want to give it, so a conflict breaks out."

After saying that, his whole face suddenly turned pale.

Isn't he trying to make it up?

How did you tell the truth?

It is the World Honored One.

He suddenly realized that he could not lie in front of the Lord who claimed to know the past and future.

Upon hearing this, the Buddha looked at Xuanzang with a hint of coldness.

"give him."

Xuanzang was startled when he heard this: "Give it to him?"

(End of this chapter)