Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 28 The Monster and the Monk

"Xiaohui, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time." The boy in gray trotted all the way, hugged Tang Hui's neck, rubbed it, and then said, "Hey, Xiaohui, have you molted?"

At this time, Tang Hui's body was close to two meters, which had doubled in size. Perhaps because of being struck by lightning, all the gray hairs had fallen out, and the blue hairs had grown back. His whole body was full of explosive power, like choosing someone But like a beast that devours.

"Sleeping is too boring, let's go fishing." The gray-clothed boy pointed to Yangming Lake not far away, suddenly interested in going fishing.

Tang Hui nodded his head indifferently.

The boy in gray asked the two middle-aged maidservants for two pairs of fishing rods, bait and reels, and led Tang Hui towards Yangming Lake, where a group of children from the Ye family were playing by the lake.

One person and one wolf came to the shade of a willow tree, hooked the bait one after another, threw out the fishing line, held the fishing rod, and sat and waited for the bait to be hooked. It was very comfortable.

At this time, a piercing scream of a child came from behind one person and one wolf.

Monsters, monsters.

A group of well-dressed children were holding snacks, wooden knives, swords, guns, and sticks. The children who were playing, dancing, and dancing with guns and sticks suddenly looked up and saw a man and a beast fishing by the Yangming Lake.

"Don't be afraid, this is the ancestral home of the Ye family, with the blessing of our ancestors, let's kill that monster with stones."

"That's right, Dad said that he can't win the evil by himself, and the monster is most afraid of the sound of chanting sutras. Let's throw stones to kill it while chanting Amitabha together."

When an older boy threw the wooden knife in his hand, then moved a small stone by the Yangming Lake and threw it at one person and one wolf, other children followed suit.

The children in the Ye family's ancestral house have been able to use medicines to exercise their bodies, dance knives and swing sticks very early. Their strength is far beyond that of ordinary children. This is the benefit of the family's fine traditions, and they are superior at the starting line.

A dozen wooden knives, wooden swords, wooden guns and wooden sticks slammed at the willow tree. Several little girls who were slightly frightened also took courage. Their arms were relatively weak, and they couldn't throw the snacks in their hands. So far away from the willow lake, I began to chant "Amitabha" non-stop.After throwing away the wooden knives, wooden swords, wooden guns, wooden sticks, more than a dozen half-grown children began to bend down to pick up the lighter stones around them. Unfortunately, for some reason, whether it was wooden knives, wooden swords, wooden guns, wooden sticks or stones, they were all tampered with. The established trajectory lost its aim and landed around a man and a beast.

The children lost their timidity at the beginning, and became more courageous as they fought. Even the most timid little girls began to build up their courage. As they got closer and closer, they bent down to pick up the stones by the lake, and began to treat throwing stones as a pity. For a kind of fun, he lost all the nearby stones, and stepped forward to look for them.

The shoulder of the boy in gray was gently embraced by Tang Hui, and the wolf's claws covered the boy's mouth so that he could not make any sound.

"Let's go, let's ask our parents to fight monsters." A boy ordered.

A little girl glanced contemptuously at the monster under the willow tree that had remained motionless as a mountain. With a look of contempt, she spat at the monster and said, "Damn monster, I told you to come out in broad daylight to scare people."

This sentence of "dead monster" hit Tang Hui hard in the heart.

It surpassed the fierce sword spirit of the white-haired old man outside Jingzhou City.

The children lost interest and ran back under the leadership of the boy giving orders. Tang Hui then gradually loosened the huge wolf claws covering the boy's mouth in gray and looked at the rippling water by the Yangming Lake, dazed. Preoccupied.

For some reason, crystal liquid slowly flowed out from the eyes of the boy in gray clothes. He hugged Tang Hui's waist and cried loudly, feeling more sad than he had been wronged.

Two lines of tears blurred his cheeks.

Half an hour later, a group of monks dressed in cassocks walked on the lake, as graceful as yellow butterflies, with an extraordinary momentum, floating like immortals.

This group of monks stepped on the water briskly, sweeping five or six feet away, targeting the monster who was nearly two meters tall, and charged straight at it.

Tang Hui stood up slowly, stood in a daze, pushed the boy in gray with a nudge from his wolf claws, and looked at the group of bald donkeys rushing indifferently. The evil spirit of the time attracted these fly-like bald donkeys.

This group of monks was led by an old monk with red and gold-painted cassocks. He was undoubtedly a high-ranking Zen monk who preached and preached the profound Buddhism. To inform the children, at most a few parents will come.

The monk was twenty feet away from Tang Hui.

The elderly monk is nearly sixty years old, but he doesn't look old at all. On the contrary, his skin is as white and tender as a baby's, and his expression is calm.The group of monks stepped on the lake, motionless, like yellow butterflies resting on a mirror.

The heroes who went to the Ye family's ancestral house to watch the ceremony did not know who was the first to see this mysterious scene. After a few surprises, after a while, there were bursts of exclamations, and they jumped onto the wall one after another. There are also "distant friends" of the owner, who stopped to watch.

"Monster, hurry up and kneel down." A young monk in his twenties standing on the left side of the elderly monk said coldly.

Tang Hui stretched out his wolf claws, plucked his ears in a rascally manner, rubbed them with the wolf claws, and popped out his fingers. With a mocking expression on his face, he said flatly: "If you are a guest of the Ye family watching the ceremony, I would like to remind you that you go away." Wrong way, you should go to the right; if you are here to subdue demons and slay demons, to provoke troubles, then we have to talk about it. By the way, since you can stand on the lake and pretend to be gods, you must be good at morality. It shouldn't be cold when you sit down, right?"

The leading elderly monk frowned, and quickly flicked a string of maroon beads in his hands. Most of the monks around the elderly man showed displeasure, and the young monk on the left was even more anxious.

The man got angry, blood spattered five steps, and the head fell to the ground.

When the emperor got angry, he laid down millions of corpses and blood flowed for thousands of miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the anger of the immortal family is lighter than the anger of the emperor?

The young monk didn't hide his heart, and he burst into anger, which had a taste of the wrath of a Vajra.

He laughed angrily, and said with a loud laugh: "Bold evildoer, for harming the world, do you still want to sit and argue with the poor monk? Okay, then I will sit for you."

Sure enough, the young monk sat down.

Like a mountain suddenly filling the river and sea.

Except for the leading elderly monk, the rest of the monks stood on tiptoes a few feet away from the lake.

The surface of the lake is shaking, there is no wind and waves, the momentum is moving, and the waves are magnificent.

At such a young age, he is already at the foundation building stage.

What is extremely embarrassing is that the surface of the nearby lake is shaking violently, and the waves are higher than the waves, and they are about to hit the willow trees by the lake. The evildoer is still smiling calmly, without kneeling The meaning of begging for mercy.

"Is that wolf crazy?" Ye Jitian, the patriarch of the Ye family who was onlookers, climbed up to the moon-watching tower, watched the scene before him, and asked the fifth Taoist priest in the world next to him.

Daoist Qingxu smiled and said, "Maybe it's because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, that is because calves have never entered the mountains, and they do not know the power of eye-catching worms, and Daoist Master Qingxu originally came from the line of Taoism, and for some reason he took the path of using martial arts to enter Taoism. Buddhism and Taoism have always been the realm of self-cultivation The Taishan Beidou, who knows a little bit, Taoist priest Qingxu is not confident enough to accept the young monk's move, and he doesn't know how this monster will deal with it.

Ordinary second-rank junior masters can't get into the eyes of cultivators. Even first-rank masters dare to fight with ordinary cultivators who hold magic weapons in the Qi refining stage, let alone young monks who have already cultivated in the foundation stage. It's not as good as sighing for a long time.

Facing the surging lake, the evildoer not only didn't retreat, but jumped up, stepping on the waves. With the evildoer's steps, the entire lake calmed down almost instantly, without a single wave.

The evildoer stopped ten feet away from the elderly monk, and said calmly, "I'm right here, waiting for you to come and slay the demons."

Then the evildoer's rascally words from the market ruined the mastery of the master just now, "One-on-one, I, a desperate evildoer, single-handedly challenge a group of bald donkeys; I won’t say much about the scene, whether it’s a group challenge or a wheel battle, I will continue.”

The elderly monk was dumb, with a strange expression.

The rest of the monks were a little bit dumbfounded, how did this monster get such a street hooligan habit, vulgar, too vulgar, unbearably vulgar.

The young monk couldn't bear it anymore, furious, and suddenly slapped his palm on the already calm lake, his five fingers turned into claws, and he pulled out suddenly, unexpectedly pulled out a water dragon as thick as an arm.

The water dragon bared its teeth and danced its claws in the empty account, which is truly mighty and extraordinary.

The evildoer raised his hand slightly, stretched out a finger, and volleyed a little. The water dragon quickly collapsed into a puddle of water and returned to the lake. The evildoer sneered and said, "It's a small trick."

The young monk was ashamed and angry. He took out the [-] beads hanging around his neck with both hands, threw them into the sky, and chanted aloud: "Six-syllable mantra, Om, Ma, Ne, Ba, Mi, Hum."

One hundred and eight Buddha beads rose when the wind caught the wind, and flew up into the sky in an instant, shining with Buddha's light, in a circular shape, spinning rapidly, and falling towards the evildoer.

"Dharma artifact?" The evildoer sneered, let the one hundred and eight prayer beads engulf him, exerted force from his waist, and with a slight shock, the red thread that strung together the one hundred and eight prayer beads was broken, and the eyes gleaming with Buddha's light One hundred and eight Buddhist beads were instantly dimmed and fell into the water of Yangming Lake one after another.

The old monk frowned even more, and whispered in a barely audible voice: "The magic power of the evildoer is overwhelming, you can't fight alone, you can form a big dipper, and the swastika is used to subdue demons."

Except for the elderly monk who didn't move at all, the other monks ran around one after another, quickly shifting their shapes and positions, surrounded by evildoers, occupying the positions of Qinglong, ###, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, clasped their hands together, and lowered their eyebrows With eyes and mouth chanting words, "卍" shining with Buddha's light spit out from the mouth one by one, and quickly gathered above the evildoer, growing stronger and spinning endlessly.

The evildoer looked up at the sky, looking at the bigger and bigger "卍" character, opened his huge mouth with fangs, and sucked fiercely, the "卍" character slowly shrunk, was sucked into the belly by the evildoer, and at the same time was sucked into the belly, And the thought power of these monks.

Immediately, the young monks all had headaches, as if they had been backlashed by the formation, and lost their mana.

"Whatever method you have, use it, don't hide it." The evildoer ignored the young monks who were having a splitting headache, and walked towards the elderly monk on his own.

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name. The sound was like a bell, and ripples began to spread from his feet.

"Void-returning cultivator?" The evildoer managed to stabilize his body and asked tentatively.

The old monk shook his head slightly, took out an alms bowl from his bosom, and threw it into the sky, but he did not see how the old monk recited the mantra. To the evildoer on the move.

"Damn it, it's a spiritual weapon."

The evildoer cursed, the master demeanor just now disappeared in an instant, and he ran away. No matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than the golden light projected by the spiritual weapon. In the golden light, rushing from left to right, always unable to escape the shackles of golden light.

"The Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra."

The old monk took a slight step, as if shrinking the ground into an inch, and came to a place three feet away from the golden light, sitting cross-legged, chanting extremely profound and obscure words.

"Surrender and lose half?"

Trapped in the golden light, the evildoer who rushed left and right kicked the light wall covered by the golden light with his hind legs, and said to the elderly monk sitting cross-legged.

The old monk paid no attention at all, and the voice of chanting became louder and louder. The calm lake once again set off huge waves, and all kinds of fish floated to the surface and swam around the old monk. It was a spectacle.

At a glance, one can tell that the old monk is brewing a big trick.

"Damn, this is the rhythm of playing me to death, I will fight with you."

The evildoer stopped rushing left and right, and sat cross-legged with the elderly monk face to face, with his eyes closed, and his hands were swiftly performing tricks like brushing flowers and willows. Crazy turbulence, tightly condensed together, rapidly rotating in the form of a five-color ball.

The moment the old monk completed the incantation, the evildoer suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Old bald donkey, try the first spell that I realized by myself - the five-element annihilation bomb."

The evildoer opened his mouth full of blood, and spit out a fist-sized ball that was constantly flowing in five colors, and slammed into the light wall projected by the bowl. Rising slowly from behind, the golden dragon has five claws, and its scales reflect the dazzling golden light. It is golden all over, brighter and more dazzling than the scorching sun in the sky.

The golden dragon rushed towards the evildoer in the light curtain, just in time to bump into the evildoer who sprayed out a five-element annihilation bomb the size of a fist.

"boom."

The sound of the explosion was deafening, and the onlookers covered their ears one after another, wailing endlessly.

The old monk retreated again and again, and the water level of Yangming Lake dropped by more than three feet. The dead fish and shrimps in the water floated all over the Yangming Lake, and there were many big fish that were more than one foot long and were about to become refined.

The water of the lake rose into the sky and splashed in all directions, like a downpour.

The old monk spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, and braved the pouring rain, stretched out his hand and recalled the dull alms bowl in the sky, held the alms bowl, and rushed all the way to the center of the explosion.

The place where the golden light originally projected was nothing but a few green hairs and the cyan blood that was about to dissipate in the water. endanger the world."

"Respectfully abide by the decree of the Master."

The young monks around clasped their hands together, nodded in agreement, and scattered away.