The copy of the universe from the journey to the west

Chapter 47: Buddha is like dust in Yeming City, and returns to nirvana in Lingshan (seeking monthly ticket recommendation ticket!)
Although Xiniu Hezhou is a Buddhist territory, it does not mean that there are no practitioners here.

On the contrary, there are quite a few practitioners here.

For example, the famous one is Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals.

In addition to this great man, there are also many practitioners. There are so many demons and monsters, so naturally there are also many practitioners.

The Buddhist power in the Nantu Kingdom is not very strong, so there are many families of practitioners who regard themselves as the city-guarding immortal clan.

While exchanging for supplies for cultivation, he also protected the city from being invaded by demons.

Everyone in the Xiong family practices Taoism and has acquired magical skills. Even the young children can tell about what they have learned from their practice.

Since reaching an agreement with the royal family of Nantu Kingdom more than three hundred years ago, they have taken root in Yeming City and protected Yeming City for three hundred years, during which time they have experienced more than a hundred incidents of rebellion by demons, both large and small.

The fact that Yeming City has become one of the few large cities in Nantu is largely due to the efforts of the Xiong family.

The city-guarding immortal clan is worthy of its name!
only……

Is this family, which was so glorious in the past, going to decline to this extent today?

"Second brother, what about you?" Zhenruo suddenly looked at his second brother.

The second brother smiled and said, "We still have our eldest brother, who can give birth to descendants. It's a pity... I won't see you get married."

When Zhenruo heard this, his face changed involuntarily. It seemed that he had already made up his mind to die!
As they said this, a big monk in front broke through the guards' obstruction and rushed towards the two of them again. He had a kind expression, but there was some ferocity in his eyes, which was very strange.

"Donor, please go to die."

"Haha, you want me to die? Then let's see if you, a dead bald donkey, are qualified!"

When the stick came, the second brother hurried forward to fight with it.

Monks focus on cultivating life, while the second brother of the Xiong family focuses on swordsmanship. Although neither of them has built the bridge between heaven and earth and cannot achieve the unity of inside and outside and borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, their external skills should not be underestimated.

When the stick hit the ground, the hard bluestone slabs were directly shattered. When the long sword swept, a magical light of several feet was attached, which directly cut off the surrounding walls of the houses.

They leaped up and stepped into the air, releasing their magic powers violently.

I really didn't know what was wrong for a moment.

She did not practice any external skills, but only knew a little bit of external Taoist magic. However, the method she practiced required time to set up.

The battlefield was in chaos, so where was the chance for her to make arrangements?
At this moment, a loud roar suddenly erupted in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, an old figure fell straight down from the sky.

"Boom!"

After rolling on the ground for more than ten meters, it finally stopped.

If he really looked at that person's appearance, his expression would change and he would exclaim, "Second Grandfather!"

He hurried forward and tried to help the old man up, but the surrounding monks had already surrounded him and beat him to death with sticks.

While they were fighting, a monk was still shouting: "The day to defeat the demon is now!"

It's like a pair of blank eyes.

Their Xiong family is clearly the descendant of the ancient Xiong clan. They have been exorcising demons and protecting Yeming City for more than 300 years. Why did they become the "devil" in the mouths of these monks?
Decades of "orthodox Buddhism" thinking and the fact that her family was about to be wiped out made her feel a little breathless.

However, this is no longer the time to be at a loss.

Zhenruo quickly calmed down his emotions and suppressed his inner panic and anxiety.

At this point, we should find a way to protect our family first!

Although she did not practice physical cultivation, she did cultivate some magic power that could nourish her life, so her physical strength was naturally not weak.

He picked up the weapon of a dead tribesman from the ground and carried it with him. While walking on the edge, avoiding the monks' pursuit, he placed black stones one by one.

"Buddhists are compassionate? Is this your compassion? "

At the top of the tower, Huizhi stood at the highest peak, looking at the three monks around him with a mocking look on his sweaty face. With the death of a purple mansion realm monk of the Xiong family, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Now she and another high-level Purple Mansion Realm cultivator from the Xiong family were surrounded by three monks on top of the 100-meter tower.

The monk on the left heard this and shouted angrily: "The thief who stole the treasure must be killed by everyone!"

"Bullshit! Bald donkey! That is clearly my Xiong family's property, when did it become your Buddhist sect's property!"

An old man with black hair beside Huizhi immediately retorted, "It's you, Puhua Temple. We clearly agreed that tomorrow is the day for the fight, so why did you come to fight me today? Humph! I think you want the treasure of my clan, or maybe you don't like my Xiong family because we are a family of Taoists, right?"

"Amitabha, donor, this matter has nothing to do with you." An old monk with a long beard and wearing a bright red cassock and a very strong body ignored the black-haired old man, and suddenly put his hands together and said.

Huizhi did not retreat, but stood with a sword in hand, his figure standing more upright, with a gleam in his eyes: "Master, you are also a successful and accomplished monk. This Yeming City has existed for hundreds of years, and the people are simple. Why did you come here to kill? I hope you can explain it to me."

"Explanation? What explanation? Master, this person aids the evil spirit, so he must be an evil heretic! We should liberate him as soon as possible." The burly monk on the right held a demon-subduing pestle that emitted a bright light, and there was a sword wound on his body.

It was this person who had just knocked the second master of the Xiong family to the ground.

"This is the relic of my Buddha."

The old monk looked at Huizhi deeply, opened his palm, and a relic emitting white light appeared: "Excuse me, Mr. Xiong, why is this thing in your Xiong family?"

Then he continued, "The Buddha in Yeming City is like dust, and the Buddha in Lingshan has returned to nirvana... This is the riddle that the Bodhisattva left for me, but it implies that the relics in Yeming City should be returned to my Buddhist temple."

"Humph! Everyone can throw dirty water." The black-haired old man was furious, as if he wanted to rush forward with a big knife in his hand in the next second: "If you want to fight, then fight, there is no need to waste time on such nonsense!"

Huizhi frowned.

Is it really a Buddhist relic?

He looked at the black-haired old man beside him and said, "Master Xiong, why do you have this relic in your hands?"

The expression of the Xiong family head changed, and he sighed helplessly: "This is what my eldest son brought back to the family twelve years ago, along with the sword in your hand."

Huizhi didn't understand the meaning.

The head of the Xiong family took a deep breath and said slowly: "My eldest son's name is Xiong Huifa. He is from the same school as you and is of the Guang generation."

"Xiong Huifa... Guang generation..."

Huizhi murmured, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Brother Guangfa!?"

In Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in Xieyue Sanxing Cave, the second senior brother of the Guang generation is Guangfa!
A hundred meters above the tower, Guangyuan suddenly realized something and said, "So that's why I was wondering why the name of Yeming City was so familiar. It turns out that it is the hometown of Senior Brother Guangfa. Senior Brother Guangfa once told me about it. Look at my memory. If the old monk hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten it."

Lu Chen glanced at Guangyuan and had so many complaints in his mind that he didn't even want to complain.

But he didn't expect that Guangfa and Zhenruo were actually blood relatives! ?

"Senior Brother, are we just going to stand here and watch? Why don't you lend a hand?" Lu Chen couldn't help but speak.

After arriving here, Senior Brother Guangyuan stood on top of the battle group. Fortunately, Lu Chen had asked him to cover the two of them with white mist early on, making them look like a white cloud.

Otherwise, I would have been discovered long ago.

"Huh? Junior brother, didn't you notice that I took action?" Guangyuan looked at Lu Chen as if very confused.

Lu Chen was also confused: "When did Senior Brother take action?"

Guangyuan looked calm: "Qi Qi, if it weren't for my Qi Qi targeting that old monk, Brother Huizhi would have been beaten to death by someone just now, just like the old man with white beard. The old monk kept explaining to Brother Huizhi, talking nonsense, but his spiritual thoughts never stopped, searching for our location. Well, another wave just passed by."

Lu Chen blinked.

Although I don’t understand it, but... it feels very profound.

"Brother, the old monk's spiritual sense can't detect us?" Lu Chen asked.

Guangyuan nodded and tilted his head, with some confusion in his clear eyes: "Brother Guangfa... I left the mountain gate fifteen years ago and came back twelve years ago, but why didn't you go back? Sanxing Cave is not far from Yeming City, only eight hundred miles... Strange, strange."

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