The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 17 Innocence Snow Lotus
  "Master, he was looking for you all the time, but why did he turn around and leave so fast when he saw you?" The young monk looked at the dust raised by the white ape's trampling and was puzzled.

"Alas, people's hearts are full of ghosts, and Master can't figure it out. But it doesn't matter, since my disciple is curious, Master can help you ask."

The great monk scratched his scalp, and while sighing, he clasped his hands together. Suddenly, the wind roared in the empty monk's robe. The clothes were like a shriveled balloon, which was suddenly blown up, and the fat trembled.

The great monk, who looked like a bulging ball, kicked off the ground and bounced continuously in the forest, chasing Elder Teng in the direction where he disappeared. The leaves were swept away by the strong wind, as fast as the sound of cicadas.

Before the leaves could calm down again, the great monk had left and returned.

There was a Tianling Cap pressed under his fat five fingers.

The elders of Qinglu Palace were like a helpless scholar in his hands.

"Donor, why did you run away when you saw the poor monk?" The great monk looked ugly, but his clear eyes were full of innocence.

Elder Teng breathed heavily, and the old demeanor suppressed by the monasticism reappeared on his body - the wrinkles and ravines on his face, the turbid eyes that looked like blind eyes, the lips like withered tree bark, and the hair that was so dry that it could be easily broken.

The dying figure has replaced the Taoist Immortal Wind, and the great monk no longer looks so ugly when face to face with him.

Elder Teng's throat twitched and his voice trembled: "You, are you a kind monk?!"

"Exactly."

The great monk admitted his identity without hesitation and asked: "Isn't it the poor monk that the elder is looking for?"

The great monk could not wait for the answer. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Elder Teng's pupils, which were able to detect the real and the real, quickly condensed, and then dispersed after condensing to the extreme, turning into mold spots sticking to the eyeballs, and the moisture in the eyeballs also dried up quickly, and the silk In the wisps of white smoke, the eyeballs turned into two yellow pills and fell off from the eye sockets.

The little monk raised his palms to catch the pair of pills and put them together in his palms.

"Master, why did he die?" the young monk asked.

"It seems that he was scared to death." The great monk said.

"Scared to death? How can people be scared to death for no reason?" the young monk asked.

"Human life is inherently fragile. For example, morning dew grows on the tips of leaves, or evaporates into water vapor and rises to the sky, or sinks into the mud and sinks to the earth. It is difficult to find permanence. He is already old and his life span is about to end. Death is not surprising. ." said the great monk.

The disciples on the White Ape were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that their powerful master had become a mummy in the hands of this monk, and they couldn't believe their ears - it was clearly the great monk who killed Elder Teng with sorcery. He He opened his eyes and told lies, saying that he was dying?
  This is not the scariest thing. The Tsing Yi disciple who had argued with Lu Qi earlier was already crazy when he heard the monk's name. He turned a deaf ear to the subsequent conversation and muttered to himself:

"Be kind, be kind, be kind..."

The disciple on the side couldn't bear to be disturbed and couldn't help but ask: "Who is Shanci?"

The Tsing Yi disciple responded with a trembling voice: "Dazhao Nanyuan, among the twelve evil arhats, there is one named Shanci."

The disciples woke up as if from a dream, their pores shrank and sweated like rain. They could no longer care about anything else and fled in all directions with their great apes.

The young monk looked at Elder Teng's body and asked, "Do you want to chant sutras for his salvation?"

"Dazhaoyuan will not save evil people." The great monk said.

"Is this elder a villain?"

"Yes."

"How did Master figure it out?"

"We are Buddhists, shouldering the mission of rescuing the Buddha. If he were a good person, he would only be happy and encouraged when he saw us, so why would he run away in a hurry?"

After hearing this, the young monk nodded repeatedly and said, "That seems to be true."

The young monk pointed to the group of Yiqi Juechen disciples and said firmly: "They are also bad people, no doubt."

Realizing that there was a bad guy on the other side, the little monk's idea suddenly came to his mind. He imitated the master's approach and clasped his hands together, jumped up, and chased into the forest like lightning.

Heart-wrenching screams sounded briefly, and amidst the sound of sharp objects piercing the air, several round objects flew from the direction where the young monk disappeared. Those were the heads of the disciples. The young heads were smashed to the ground, and the flesh and blood were Vague.

When the little monk jumped back in the air, he held up his two heads like wine jars with both hands. He grinned and bit a braid with his teeth. The girl's pale head hung at the bottom of the braid.

When the other girls saw this bloody scene, their hearts were shattered. Some of them retched, and some fainted. Even Feng Hua, who had always been calm, frowned, looking like she was facing a formidable enemy.

Lu Qi witnessed the death calmly, her hands holding Yu Ruyi not trembling at all. She met the monk's slowly turning gaze and said, "I won't run away."

The young monk was satisfied with her attitude and said to the master: "It seems that this female donor is a good person."

"not necessarily."

The great monk shook his head and taught: "Distinguishing good from evil is a very profound knowledge. It is not as simple as you think."

"My disciple is stupid, so please ask the master for advice." The young monk said shamefully.

"Although this female benefactor is not afraid of us, she has imprisoned our friends." The great monk said.

"our friends?"

The little monk looked around and saw the lion spirit in an iron cage. After realizing it, he said, "Master said he wanted to take me to see a friend. Is it him?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't look kind either. Although he wears a ring of Buddhist beads, he doesn't pick his hair. Why is he our friend?"

"Because he is willing to give us the secret key of Li Sha. The secret key of Li Sha is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. He can bear the pain and part with me and be kind to me. Of course he is a good person."

"The Secret of Li Sha? This doesn't sound like our Buddhist magic weapon, does it?"

"The world's martial arts comes from Buddhism, and Buddhism's martial arts comes from its great moves. Disciple, don't be fooled."

"Yes, Master."

"Don't worry, when I get this sutra, I will change its name to "Chun Yang Buddhist Sutra" in order to transcend its evil nature."

The young monk admired his master even more: "Master is really kind! I have so much to learn from this way of conducting myself in the world."

"It turns out that you promised the secret secret of Li Sha to the monks at Dazhao Yuan long ago."

Lu Qi looked at the green-haired lion with a playful smile, and suddenly realized, "Is this the backup plan you have left?"

The green-haired lion's mouth cannot speak.

Monk Shanci has taken a step towards Lu Qi. This step was extremely heavy. The strong wind started from his feet and blew out eye-catching cracks on the bluestone. The cracks traveled towards Lu Qi's position, as if arrows were piercing the ground and cutting the rock. .

Lu Qi pointed her toes to the ground, drifted back, avoiding the strong wind of the kind monk's step on the ground, and stopped just right between the monk and the green-haired lion.

Facing this murderous evil monk, Lu Qi neither retreated nor feared, her quiet eyes seemed to have understood everything.

"It seems that the female donor is determined to be an enemy of the poor monk." The great monk said.

"You're too shallow." Lu Qi said.

"Why?" the monk asked.

"My enemies bring evil to the world, and I am never limited to just one person." Lu Qi said softly.

"The female donor is right."

The monk nodded in praise, and then sighed: "The donor has wisdom, but it is a pity that he was blinded by the troubled world and misunderstood good and evil. It should be noted that people in the world are like drowning in a sea of ​​evil. Everyone has their own positions, prejudices, hatreds, or hidden feelings and friendships. Everyone has their own agenda, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in most things, so there is a saying that 'it is difficult for an upright official to resolve household affairs', but I think this statement is not accurate."

"What's wrong?" Lu Qi asked. The monk continued: "There is no unclear truth in the world, and there are no things that are completely unclear. It is difficult for an upright official to judge. After all, an upright official lives in a troubled world, disturbed by the five yin demons, and has karma that clouds his mind. He cannot see the whole picture. If If we take refuge in a supremely good and upright official who knows everything, will we still be unable to deal with the so-called 'household affairs'?"

"Is this upright official a Buddha?" Lu Qi asked.

"The departing Buddha of immeasurable compassion," said the monk.

"My little girl is ignorant and ignorant. I don't know which Buddhist scriptures record this Buddha." Lu Qi said.

"This poor monk has never read Buddhist scriptures," the monk said.

"How can you become a monk if you haven't read Buddhist scriptures?" Lu Qi shook her head.

"That's a bad word."

The monk said solemnly: "The Buddhist scriptures are for the ignorant lay monks. They don't understand what Buddha is, so they have to understand the Buddha through the scriptures. However, this is ultimately inferior to the lower vehicle. Of course, those who boast about the Buddhist scriptures to the fullest are The Buddha has also fallen into the lower vehicle. Their role is only to give Buddhists faith and deceive them into living a dull life. The real Buddha is immeasurable and has no written words. Although I call it the "Infinite Compassion and Departure Buddha", But this is definitely not his real name, which no one knows or can know."

"Then how do you know he exists?" Lu Qi asked.

"Because the true Buddha is compassionate, he wants us to see it, so we have to see it."

The monk hesitated for a while, but decided to tell Lu Qi a story: "Three years ago, a young monk in the temple who often cleaned candlesticks died of illness. I returned from burying him and saw the golden statue of Buddha on the Buddhist altar he often cleaned. I was weeping secretly, and I felt a connection in my heart, so I meditated in front of the Buddha futon. That meditation was the first time I saw the real Buddha.

I stood on a large frozen lake. The lake was endless and there were no banks. The ice surface was as smooth as a polished mirror. I lowered my head and saw clearly myself in the mirror. He was a handsome and beautiful young man. He and I had no resemblance, but I was sure he was me.

He had no whites or pupils, and his eyes were as smooth as mirrors. His eyes reflected a dirty world - the world I lived in. I saw mountains of filth and mountains of pus, but when I was in it, I was as ignorant as a child.

Wearing pure white monk robes, he looked at me sadly and stretched out his hand to me. He wanted to save me. He wanted to save me from this filthy world. That is me, after becoming a Buddha. This is the great wish and will of the Buddha. I firmly believe that in March this year, the Buddha came to the South Campus of Dazhao as scheduled. Many of my brothers and sisters went to the bliss, but I could not Go to. "

"Master met the Buddha a long time ago, why did he miss the bliss? This is unfair." The young monk was angry.

The monk was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, every word was as important as a thousand words: "If hell is not empty, if I vow not to become a Buddha, and if I don't clean up the filth of the world for the Buddha, how can I be worthy of being beside the Buddha? Female donor, I am willing I’m talking to you so much because you are a smart person with true wisdom, not a few elm bumps like those in Qinglu Palace. I don’t ask you to have the same beliefs as me, but I hope you don’t stand in the way.”

Lu Qi was unmoved, she said: "The secret knowledge of Si Shen Palace is exquisite. Lu Qi has understood it when she was young. The scriptures stored in Dazhao Academy are like a sea. Above the Four Gods Palace, she can learn the martial arts of Dazhao Academy. It’s Lu Qi’s luck.”

When she said this, her hair was still hanging down, and her clothes were also hanging down. From Su Zhen's perspective, she was sandwiched between the green lion in the iron cage and the old monk in gray cassocks. Her ferociousness and ugliness made Lu Qi stand out. Even more beautiful, that is not the beauty of the body curves, but more like an illusion of beauty, which will be dispelled by waking up in a moment.

The wind that blew her away soon came.

The monk twisted his thumb and index finger together, and the other stretched fingers trembled slightly. He sighed, feeling sorry for Lu Qi's stubbornness. At the end of the sigh, the seal had just been formed, and wisps of wind surrounded him, condensing into gray. The wind is flowing, and the earth dragon is coiled around the monk's robe.

There was almost no time for confrontation. The great monk jumped up and struck Lu Qitian Linggai with a palm wrapped in the earth dragon's wind.

After Lu Qi dodged, the blow missed. The great monk stood in the deep hole he had created, dusted himself off, and attacked Lu Qi again without saying a word.

The monk's steel-like five fingers were bent into claws, and he used the martial arts orthodox from Dazhao Temple. Being an evil monk did not make him forget what he learned in the temple. On the contrary, his moves became more fierce and sharp, and he could do whatever he wanted.

I saw him raising his claws from left to right and chasing after Lu Qi. When he was approaching, Leng Buding slammed his claws on the ground and locked his throat. Fortunately, this claw was flicked away by Lu Qi in time, otherwise even the slightest hesitation would have happened. Kill.

The monk's claw missed, and the move came again, and this claw was sharper than the other claws, and each move was faster than the other. The gray wind wrapping around his arms and body condensed into a gel, filled with thunderous roars, the monk It rose into the air and landed on the ground, destroying everything. Accompanied by the roar of the hurricane, its momentum reached the point where it changed the color of the situation in an instant.

Under this continuous offensive, Lu Qi continued to retreat. Although her demeanor was not lost, she became increasingly unable to do what she wanted.

More than a dozen purple-robed killers helped her to besiege the monk, but the strength of the purple-robed killers was far from that of Lu Qi, so how could they be the opponent of this eminent monk from the Dazhao Academy? Their weapons were immediately deflected as soon as they got close. , not even the slightest chance of getting close.

Anyone who is eager to advance will be killed in a moment.

In front of these evil monks, this fairy with green silk stockings and white dress who destroyed Miaoyan Palace in one go was more like a perfect sacrifice to the gray dragon.

It is said that watching the moves of masters can make your strength improve by leaps and bounds, but under the flying sand and stones, let alone trying to figure out the moves, the girls can't even open their eyes.

Su Zhen was conflicted in his heart. He wanted the duplicitous Lu Qi to be killed, but this idea was undoubtedly like driving a tiger to devour a wolf. In terms of kindness, Lu Qi at least had the control of a righteous fairy and could even put on a show. This kind-hearted monk from Dazhao Temple is a real murderer, so what will happen if he falls into his hands?

If they could die together...

Thinking of this, Su Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

From the first day he came to this world, he was first taken to Miaoyan Palace, and then rescued by Jiu Miao Palace, who seemed to be kind but actually had ulterior motives. In the real world, he was just an ordinary student who was inconspicuous. Now in a different world where gods and demons reign supreme, does his life and death still depend entirely on others?

'If I could be like them...'

This simple thought passed by, and Su Zhen couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Then he thought again, there is no difference in the flow of time between the two worlds. Does he have to practice Taoism for dozens or hundreds of years?
  Even if you achieve greatness in this world, you will still be an old man with gray hair in another world.

No room for overthinking.

Gods fight, mortals suffer, girls are blown away by hurricanes, and even breathing becomes a luxury for them in the turbulent environment.

Su Zhen squinted his eyes and looked forward. Under the gloom that blocked the sky, Laojun's light was no longer visible. Only the eyes of Qingmao Tianzun were still shining green in the darkness, like two lights guiding the way to the netherworld.

Amidst the dizzy and suffocating feeling, the great monk's heavy and powerful voice sounded again, like a drum beating in people's ears, deafening.

"Mortals cannot get rid of being greedy for glory and wealth, and addicted to lust. You are like a clean lotus in the mud, but it is just like that. Fairy Lu Qi, let the poor monk take you on your way."

Everyone heard the loud noise, and the ground shook.

The great monk took a step forward.

Take a step towards Lu Qi.

Lu Qi's body-protecting lotus failed to stop the great monk's move, and was completely destroyed. Only the last white lotus was left on Lu Qi's head as a final defense.

The great monk stared at the white lotus on the crown of her hair, stretched out his scarred fingers, and traced them from top to bottom. The place where his fingers pointed was exactly where the lotus bloomed on the cover of Lu Qitian's spirit.

A stream of air fell from the sky and hit Lu Qi's lotus.

when--

Just like the old monk striking the morning bell in the ancient temple, the yellow bell and the big bell are sublime and majestic. Continuous ripples appear in the sky above the lotus, and the tips of the lotus also curl and wither.

The old monk made another stroke with his fingers, and the sound of the bell started again. It was louder and louder than the last. The sound that swept the world covered the wind and sand, covering everything. Even if people covered their ears tightly, they could not stop the blood from flowing from them. Cavity leakage.

The old monk's last finger was an understatement.

Nan Shang and others could not see this finger, but they all got the feeling - when death comes, people will have mysterious predictions and feelings about it. At this moment, this kind of feeling is brought to everyone in a strong way. This is a crushing death. The last straw for the camel, as it falls lightly, Lu Qi will immediately disappear into ashes.

when! ! !
  The majestic and long voice sounded as expected, and the wind and sand covering the world were split open with one finger. The originally dark and obscured scene became clear immediately. Su Zhen pulled himself out from the sand on the ground and looked forward in embarrassment, but was caught by the sight in front of him. The scene shocked me deeply.

The lotus on Lu Qi's head was in pieces, but she did not die. On the contrary, the old monk's two fingers had lost their power and were twisted together like twists.

"Then...what is that?" Nan Chang's surprised voice sounded not far away.

Su Zhen also noticed.

He saw a white thing hanging in the sky above Lu Qi.

The thing looked like a placenta. A pale hand stretched out from the side. The soft fingers covered with liquid stretched out gently, and an eye without a pupil split out of the palm. The smooth eye reflected the twisting twist of the old monk. Fingers together.

The fingers in his eyes kept spinning, and the old monk's fingers also began to spin slowly. The bones supporting the skin and flesh were overwhelmed, and they cracked and snapped like dried bamboo sticks. Blood sprayed into water columns, and the broken fingers were dark. , like hollowed eyes.

What it is?
  Su Zhen looked at the white bag-shaped placenta. Something like fish fry was moving in the liquid accumulated inside, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Nan Chang clasped his hands on his chest, looked up at it, and praised in awe: "What a beautiful lotus."

(End of this chapter)