Under One Person: From the Beginning of Infancy to the Great Saint Body

Chapter 196: A Person Similar to the Thatched Cottage Monk
Looking at Hirimamaru who had fallen into silence, the ascetic monk clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.

Then he turned his gaze and looked at Makino Ittosai who was standing beside him.

At this time, Makino Itosai was reaching towards Qixuan.

The moment his eyes made contact with the ascetic monk, his hand touched the Qi vortex.

hum! !

In an instant he felt a power, a power that came from God.

It may be a moment, or it may be a long time, Makino Ittosai slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of sharp eyes.

Now, I feel invincible towards him!
blah blah blah!

Makino Ittosai picked up the phantom sword that was thrown on the ground and took three steps to reach the front of the ascetic monk.

Makino Itosai pointed the phantom sword in his hand at the ascetic monk.

"Master, please give me some advice!"

Makino Itosai grinned and looked at the ascetic monk with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."

The ascetic monk clasped his hands together and looked quietly at Makino Ittosai in front of him.

"Fuck, what is this foreign monk doing?"

"People are about to chop him down, and he's still trying to persuade them that the sea of ​​suffering is endless and it's time to turn back?"

Looking at the ascetic monk's appearance, Li Muxuan couldn't help but stick out his tongue and shout.

If it were him, he would definitely beat the guy with the knife to a pulp! !

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"If you scream again, I'll kick you out."

Jingming looked at Li Muxuan and said with a smile.

"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore."

Hearing Jingming's words, Li Muxuan shrank his head and shook his head repeatedly.

Lu Jin on the side grinned at this.

It’s true that one thing brings down another thing.

"Is this Qi Xuan really that magical?"

Zhang Zhiwei on the side touched his chin and watched the changes happening to the fourth person.

Improving your cultivation level is as easy as drinking tea or water in front of the Qi vortex.

"It's like a dream, who can tell the difference between truth and falsehood?"

Jingming chuckled at Zhang Zhiwei and shook his head.

Why are these people able to become stronger so quickly?

That is because this group of Qi comes from the nameless, from the pure and bright, and even from Kunsheng a hundred years later.

As long as the three of them can do it, anyone who touches the Qi vortex will also be able to do it instantly.

What Jingming and the others don't know, these people can also learn from the mysterious inner scene.

Although his current lotus Dharma body cannot be considered as the great holy body of the Unique Dharma, it can still be used to carry the Tao.

Moreover, distributing power and artistic conception to these people is also beneficial to Jingming.

Let alone other things, just talking about proficiency, with one more person Jingming feels that the speed of improvement has doubled.

If everyone here could bring proficiency to Jingming, how terrifying that would be!
Of course, Jingming was just thinking about it. If he really did that, he wouldn't be able to withstand the rude people.

"You mean, the word we uttered is an illusion?"

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his head and looked at Jingming and said.

"Maybe."

“Isn’t there a verse like this in the Diamond Sutra?”

"All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

"Let's just watch quietly. Who knows, we might suddenly wake up and find that we were all dreaming?"

Jingming looked up and exchanged glances with Zhang Zhiwei, smiled slightly, and then looked away.

"You guys in the Trinity School also read Buddhist scriptures?"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned and said softly.

"Brother Dao, don't you know that our Sanyi Sect is actually a Quanzhen lineage?"

"Quanzhen is a school of thought that combines Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism."

Lu Jin on the side looked at Zhang Zhiwei in confusion and asked curiously.

"Ah ha ha."

"Brother Dao, I just want to test you. In fact, I also read the Diamond Sutra."

After being asked by Lu Jin, Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to continue to pester Jingming and could only laugh.

"If I remember correctly, Senior Brother's sect is Zhengyi, right?"

"Does Zhengyi also study Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism?"

Lu Jin blinked and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a confused expression.

"It's not really learning, I just flipped through a couple of them out of interest."

"You should know that Taoism and Buddhism often debate each other. How can you win a debate without understanding the other's scriptures?"

Zhang Zhiwei said with a secret smile.

He doesn't know how to debate, but his junior fellow apprentice Tian Jinzhong can.

Occasionally, I would hear a few words from them when they were around.

"Is that so?"

"I didn't expect that Brother Dao has already achieved such a high level of cultivation."

"I am disrespectful, disciple."

After hearing Zhang Zhiwei's explanation, Lu Jin clasped her hands together and bowed to Zhang Zhiwei to apologize.

Those who are able to debate are all outstanding in their field and well versed in the opinions of various schools.

"Ah ha ha."

"You are too kind, Junior Brother."

Hearing Lu Jin's heartfelt words, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but scratch the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

Wuliang Tianzun, please don’t blame me, Master, I didn’t lie, it was just the kid’s own imagination.

"Look, that Japanese guy is drawing his knife!"

Li Muxuan, who had been pouting on the side, suddenly brightened up his eyes and shouted out loudly.

I saw that Makino Itosai stared at the ascetic monk for a long time, and then he swung the sword in his hand towards the ascetic monk.

That knife was like a roc flying across the sky or a dragon extending its claws.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell from the aura of the knife that this attack was very powerful.

"Amitabha!"

Facing the sword blow from Makino Itosai, the ascetic monk simply chanted the Buddhist name in a low voice, and then stepped back with his hands flat.

The knife flashed and cut off the ascetic's fingers, but when it was about to fall to the ascetic's throat, it was closed together by a pair of fingerless hands.

This monk is so strong!
Seeing the monk in front of them catching the knife light at the cost of ten fingers, everyone couldn't help but flash a hint of amazement in their eyes.

They really treat their physical bodies as a flesh raft that can be thrown away whenever they want.

"Amitabha!"

As Li Muxuan was shivering, the ascetic monk chanted the Buddhist name again, and a wisp of white flame extended from the ascetic monk's hands.

The flames covered the sword and spread towards Makino Itosai.

If Makino Ittosai didn't let go, he would definitely be contaminated by the flames.

The fire of karma in Buddhism not only burns the body, but also the spirit! !

"Humph, the dignity of a samurai cannot be insulted!!"

Makino Itosai frowned, glanced at the ascetic monk, and shouted with disdain.

The flame passed through the sword body, through the guard, over the hilt, and stained Makino Ittosai's hands.

The white flames enveloped both of them.

A torch appeared in front of everyone.

"Brother, what is this?"

Li Muxuan looked at the two people who turned into fire men in shock, and shouted with his eyes wide open.

"Play with fire and get burned."

Jingming grinned and chuckled.

These two guys are really awesome, they directly have a soul competition.

There is no hope, just wait for death, no matter who wins or loses, they will die, unless Wuming takes action. In response, Wuming just grinned.

What he did did not violate any taboos, so what is there to be afraid of.

He was originally the leader of Quanxing Sect.

"Everyone, come on!"

As the two men turned into torches and stood there in a stalemate, those people no longer had any concerns or hesitations and instantly rushed towards the cyclone.

The power of this cyclone has been proven time and again.

How could such a God-given treasure fall into the hands of others!
"Pardon!"

"Red demon, blue demon, hundred-eyed demon, meat man, bush fire, sickle weasel, battlefield."

"come out!!"

A low hum was heard, and ghostly-looking creatures appeared in everyone's sight.

This is a ghost controlled by the Onmyoji from Japan.

As Japan had invaded China a long time ago, the people coming this time were the most comprehensive.

"Boom!"

A voice was heard, followed by flames shooting up into the sky.

"Except your weapons!"

"Aminos!"

As more and more people joined the battle for the cyclone, the people from the Jade Society could no longer hold back.

Several elegant magicians waved their magic wands and cast spells one after another.

On the contrary, they were not afraid of the Chinese, who were the largest group in the venue.

Haven’t you seen that several fights have already taken place, and these people are just standing there motionless, watching them perform their actions quietly.

These people are all trapped by something!!

"Hey, these guys, why are they so eager to die?"

Smith remained where he was without moving.

The most powerful ones among these people didn't take any action, so are they going to go up and deliver the food?
But Wuming is standing there, looking at you with interesting eyes!
He could kill all of you by himself if he wanted to!
Phew!

The demon sword Hirumaru, who had been standing there in silence, woke up.

"I originally learned swordsmanship. How can I be happy if you don't fight me with a sword?"

"Whether I win or lose, I will be unhappy."

As he spoke, Hirumaru turned the sword in his hand and directly killed a Westerner who passed by.

The blade swept across the opponent's body, directly sucking away all of his energy and blood.

"What a vicious monster!"

Looking at the impact caused by the demon sword Hirumaru, the hermit in Caolu couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

This kind of monster should not appear in this world.

"Everyone, if you want to pass through here, kill me first."

"Otherwise, I will have no choice but to kill you!"

The demon sword Hirumaru grinned and stuck out his tongue, showing a perverted smile, and then strode towards the cyclone.

He doesn't want to touch the Qi cyclone, he wants to chop off the heads of those who touch the Qi cyclone or want to touch the Qi cyclone!

"Holy light!"

"Lead us!"

A man who looked like a Western knight suddenly opened his eyes, shouted loudly, and his whole body was shining with golden light like the scorching sun.

Click, click, click!
The golden light transformed into the shape of a six-winged angel and enveloped the knight.

Sonorous!

He swung the greatsword in his hand and it directly hit the blade of the demon sword Hirumaru.

"Good good!"

Feeling the power of the knight, the demon sword Hirumaru's eyes couldn't help but become bright and he looked like a madman.

As long as we can have a good fight, that's fine.

And the person in front of me is holding a sword!!
Sonorous!

rub rub!
The demon sword in Hirumaru's hand kept swinging, colliding with the greatsword in the knight's hand.

The tinkling sound was like a rainstorm.

This scene made those who had not yet touched the Qi vortex very anxious.

We have to work harder. What if the cyclone suddenly disappears? !

"This Western knight's training system is too crude. The innate energy in this person's body cannot withstand such drastic consumption."

Quan Xingzhong Wuming looked at the fight between the Western Knight and the demon sword Hirumaru and shook his head slightly.

The output power is 90%, and 60% of the efficiency is used in special effects.

First, it cannot increase defense, second, it cannot increase blood, and third, it cannot increase attack. It is risky to use it.

Moreover, this knight's method is even cruder than the horizontal training kung fu, and it directly squeezes one's own vitality to practice.

Even if the knight opened the "limiter" through the cyclone and gained access to his innate power, he could not change the problem of his own broken body.

"Pity."

Wuming sighed and shook his head.

As Wuming finished his words, the knight's head was chopped off by the demon sword Hirumaru.

All the spiritual energy and spirit in the knight's body were absorbed by the magic sword.

A mummy-like corpse appeared on the ground.

"Hahaha!"

"Have fun, come again!"

The demon sword Hirumaru had a fierce look in his eyes as he looked at those who were rushing towards Qixuan one after another.

Never mind, just rush forward and start killing!
"Senior, are we just going to watch them fight and become demons?!"

In the Qi Bureau, Wang Cong looked at the cyclone and spoke to the hermit in the thatched cottage with a mixture of love and hate.

"That's bait."

"The thoughts that arise in your mind right now are all demons in your heart."

"Remember to protect Yuan Yi and watch with bated breath."

Hearing Wang Cong's words, the hermit in the thatched cottage changed his expression, knowing that some of these people could no longer control their inner desires.

This is not bad for them. As long as they practice cultivation, they will face the intrusion of various temptations at all times.

"Hahaha!"

"You guys are such losers. You can't even become stronger after getting such an opportunity!"

Here, the demon sword Hirumaru has already killed the third person who touched the Qixuan.

After being killed, the man's energy was once again absorbed by the demon sword Hirumaru and then fed back to the host.

With the blessing of the innate qi, the magic sword became stronger, and the body holding the magic sword also became stronger!

"Who is this monster who dares to act rashly here?"

Just as the demon sword Hirumaru laughed wildly and rushed towards the fourth person who touched the Qixuan and activated the innate Qi in his body.

A roar appeared in everyone's ears.

A Maoshan Taoist priest who looked similar to the thatched cottage monk appeared there.

"Senior, what is this?"

Wang Cong and Lu Ben looked at the hermit in the thatched cottage, then looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and they couldn't help feeling speechless.

How can there be such similar people in this world!

"I don't know."

The hermit in the thatched hut frowned when he saw the person who suddenly appeared.

However, with his profound cultivation, he had already guessed what was going on.

But there is no need to say this, and it does not affect the direction of this matter.

"Mao Xiaofang?"

"No, it's not Mao Xiaofang?"

Yang Feiyun, who was beside Wuming, raised his eyebrows and then shook his head.

This person is much weaker than Mao Xiaofang.

"Master, how did he get in?"

Then Yang Feiyun looked at Wuming who was standing aside and asked in a low voice.

Only Wuming can control the entry and exit of this place. (End of this chapter)