Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 480 Bodhisattva Descends from the Mountain
Huishan, Xiaoleiyin Temple.

When other Buddhist temples are facing the pressure of the army, this place is rare and peaceful.

Huishan Mountain is too steep and strange, and the geographical location of Xiaoleiyin Temple does not support too many people coming to its temple gate.

This shortcoming that limited the prosperity of the incense in Xiaoleiyin Temple on weekdays has become a natural barrier to protect them during this period.

Before the disaster of the Shang Kingdom, the Bodhisattva used his great magic power to cultivate more than a dozen fertile fields in the back mountains. The food planted in these fertile fields could be grown by the Bodhisattva's special means and ripen every three days.

The more than 30 monks in the temple would definitely not be able to finish the food they had saved, so Xiaoleiyin Temple would go down the mountain to give porridge almost every day.

The young monk Zhishen is the most positive. Despite his young age, his skills are impressive. He has cultivated the Light Wheel a few days ago... This means that his Treasure Machine Tathagata Vajra Body has been cultivated to the stage of transformation.

The "Precious Machine Tathagata Vajra Body" that Zhiwu placed in the Sutra Pavilion was incomplete and did not have the subsequent levels of cultivation methods. There is no other explanation for the young monk's ability to cultivate to this point except that he had practiced this thing in his previous life.

It can be seen from the several times that the leader of Luohan Hall, Furen, rejected Zhishen's challenge that he was not sure of defeating the young monk.

On this day, the young monk went down the mountain to give porridge. He ran down the mountain carrying a large wooden barrel three or four times larger than himself.

The dangers on the mountain road were as if they didn't exist for him. He descended the mountain safely and happily served porridge. It was already afternoon.

Just when Zhishen was about to pack his things and go back to the temple, a panting beggar on crutches came to him.

"Is... is he an eminent monk from Xiaoleiyin Temple?"

"Sorry almsgiver, today's porridge is finished."

There would be benefactors like this who came late every day. At first, the young monk would go to Huishan to pick a few wild fruits for such people, but he later discovered that after he helped one person, there would always be another person waiting for him.

He was so busy that he couldn't even go back after dark!
Later, he told the Bodhisattva about his troubles, and the Bodhisattva said, "All things are predestined and cannot be forced."

There are as many porridges as there are conditions, and when the conditions are exhausted, they will stop.

Zhishen thought that the beggar would leave after he said those words, but he never thought that the beggar suddenly patted his black and numb bald head and said, "I am not here to beg, I am also a monk."

"No, this is my ultimatum."

Zhishen took the document from that person doubtfully.

"Yeah, yeah! We are really brothers from the same sect." The young monk returned the document with an apologetic look.

He looked at the person in front of him curiously... He had heard before that many fellow disciples liked to practice asceticism, but he had never seen such a person.

"Everything in the past is like dying yesterday, and everything in the future is like being born today." - Ascetics are very powerful. The senior brother in front of me looks like he has reached the mountain realm.

Brother Luan Jia, who had been running wildly since receiving the news without taking a break, finally saw the glimmer of hope.

He didn't even care about the ultimatum and grabbed the young monk's hand.

"Little master, take me to see your abbot quickly."

"Walker asked me to send a message... The evil consequences will be fulfilled."

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Abbot = Bodhisattva, Zhiwu = Walker, in the eyes of everyone in Xiaoleiyin Temple, this is no longer a secret.

In the past, many monks in the temple thought that the monk was injured in the battle with Guangcai Holy Lord and his strength was greatly reduced. They secretly commented that it was a pity and said that he was a short-lived talent.

But later, after Zhiwu really came down the mountain, they realized how wrong they were.

He was actually fighting against the Taoist Master Yue Jue!

People in the secular world don't know what kind of status Yue Jue Zhenren has. How can people like them who are born in this world not know?

Just the few of them who offer incense and worship in the main hall every day, most of them can't defeat Yue Jue Zhenren in person.

Unknowingly, Zhiwu had become such a big shot... He personally called people to deliver the message, explaining the seriousness of the problem.

The fact that he had to tell the Bodhisattva even more clearly shows the seriousness of the problem.

Zhishen didn't understand the words of the ascetic senior brother, but that didn't stop him from stuffing the exhausted senior brother into the barrel behind his back and rushing towards Xiaoleiyin Temple at full speed.

Huishan is as quiet as ever, and Xiaoleiyin Temple is as peaceful as ever.

Zhishen knocked on the temple door. The situation was urgent, so he didn't care about his etiquette and knocked a little more urgently.

"Who is it?" A familiar voice came from the door.

"It's me, Zhishen."

The monk on duty opened the door. He was about to criticize Zhishen and tell him not to be impatient, but suddenly his eyes widened and he stared at Zhishen's back.

"Then...that...what is that?"

"Senior brother who shares the same path." The young monk didn't take it seriously at first.

But soon, he realized something was wrong... He saw from the eyes of the senior brother in front of him that a hand knife was hitting his neck.

The quick reaction brought by the light wheel to Zhishen allowed him to react to this sudden sneak attack at this distance.

The golden oil instantly covers the body surface, and the key point on the neck is now as hard as an indestructible magic weapon!

With a "dang" sound, the knife that hit Zhishen in a sneak attack was deflected. He immediately dropped the barrel on his back, turned around and kicked the person in the barrel away.

The ascetic monk who was exhausted just now seemed to have endless strength and smashed the wooden barrel under him with one punch. His red and dangerous eyes were locked on Zhishen.

His face was full of ferocity, and the veins on his arms were exposed. He looked like a human being, but he had no consciousness. He looked like a demon who had sunk into the sea of ​​evil!
"It's dangerous. Senior brother, go and inform the abbot first, and I'll stop him." Zhishen stood in front of the gatekeeper brother very responsibly.

He knew that although he was young, he was stronger than many people in the temple.

If he doesn't stand it, others will be even less able to stand it.

"when!"

There was another muffled sound, and Zhishen's body leaned forward involuntarily.

He turned around in disbelief, only to see a pair of equally red eyes and an equally dangerous demon!

"Brother!"

Before the young monk could accept the fact that his senior brother had become a demon, the demon transformed from the ascetic came to kill him.

On the other side, the senior brother, who used to be as close as brothers, now refused to recognize him and cut off his escape. A pair of red eyes exuded a cruel and fierce light, and together with the ascetic, they formed a pincer attack.

Zhishen propped up his golden body and used ordinary Arhat Fist to temporarily repel their attack... His physical strength was overwhelmingly strong.

If he wants to conquer the devil, he has a good chance to save these two devils. However, the young monk also reflected that they must have been deceived. If he kills them, they may never be able to do it again. Can't be saved.

With worries and restraints in every corner, the little monk had a difficult time fighting this battle and always received more beatings.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a person shrouded in Buddha's light came out of the temple. She pinched her fingers, and at two points on the left and right, the two people surrounding Zhishen fell down.

"Buddha?"

"Zhishen, guard the Little Leiyin Temple."

The Bodhisattva, who was combed into twin ponytails by someone, had a red light appear in his eyes at this moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

Go down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)